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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ִ ۫ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 | 𝐋.𝐌𝐇

⭑ PAIRING: fuck buddy ! cat dad ! minho x f. reader

𖥻 SYNOPSIS: A broken air conditioner in your best friend's apartment leads to him having to shack up with you until things get sorted, but considering his sex drive, it doesn't take long for things to get steamy in a different way...

⭑ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, temperature play kink, kissing, dry humping, masturbation (f. receiving), minho gets a bit jealous at one part, mentions of food, mentions of enhypen's jake, crying (barely), finger + tit + neck sucking (f. receiving), not proofread

𖥻 WORD COUNT: 5.2k - DAY 5

⭑ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was originally intended to be a gift for @minhosimthings 's 21st birthday, but since I was such an amazing moot and didn't finish writing it in time, I simply decided to save it for now hehe ^^

OCTOBER.

Not usually the warmest month of the year, but it had become precisely that for your close friend Minho when his apartment AC suddenly gave out, leaving him to sleep with nothing but his boxers on almost every night—

“Proof?” You asked via text while ending your three-hour long conversation with him one night.

Ding!

A picture of Lino and his sweat-glazed body took over your phone screen, his toned thighs just barely hanging off his gingham-dressed bed set with a spare pillow being placed precariously in the place where you're certain his bulge would be.

“Since you were so desperate to get a first-hand glimpse of my suffering… hope you're satisfied now,” his text read below the photo, and you smiled at the message, not even bothering to scold yourself for blushing…

“Trust me, this did the trick... can't wait to get you outta that hell hole and in some proper air conditioning, though...”

“Looking forward to it,” Lino texted back with a pink heart emoji, “goodnight now, kitty.”

“Night night!” You returned, feeling your cheeks warm up at the pet-name he used for you, and you used to hate smiling at your phone whenever you got a flirty message from someone, but when it came to Minho, you didn’t mind the butterflies as much…

You laid your head on your pillow, facing the ceiling as a gentle sigh fell from your lips, and the selfie that Lino sent you meddled in the back of your mind, causing your imagination to do wonders in making the photo come alive...

Despite being best friends who admittedly had sex with each other from time to time, Minho, had been the subject of your sexual fantasies for a while now, and you honestly couldn’t blame yourself for it…

I mean, let’s be real, he's got that dark and handsome thing going on with a platinum smile to match.

And let's not forget about his muscular build, too, which is the result of hours spent either dancing or hitting up the gym every week.

You’ve always had a thing for him, and you vividly remember the first night you two crossed the line between strictly friends and something a little more than that.

It was the night right after he got fired from his job, and while upon stopping by your place to cool off some steam, the both of you were two drinks passed tipsy as the sexual tension ran rampant between you.

Y’all were cooking dinner together, and you couldn't help but steal glances at him as he chopped vegetables and sautéed meat...

The way his toned muscles rippled under his T-shirt as he navigated the kitchen was too much for you to handle that night... you remember feeling your panties grow damp in that moment, just like they were now as you imagined him pinning you against the kitchen counter and fucking you completely senseless.

Sliding your hands beneath your covers, you found the hem of your pajama pants while imagining Lino was right before you, telling you to undress for him.

And although your eyes were closed, you could see the whole memory as clear as day, playing each moment over slowly in your mind as if watching a clip from your favorite movie…

You thought about how you put the spoon down that you used to stir the pasta before walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist while sighing at the contact.

Envisioning the way he looked back at you with a mixture of pleasant surprise and desire staining his gorgeous features, you remember feeling his hard cock press against your front.

And back then, it startled you at first… the fact that he had gotten so turned on just from being around you—

“Minho,” you remember whispering to him, and you did the same thing now as you laid on your mattress with a heavy heart, your fingers slowly gliding over your bare cunt in the same way that his fingers touched you before.

In your memory, he only responded by grabbing your waist and kissing you deeply, all before lifting you up onto the counter and spreading your legs apart so he could get between them.

He leaned in close, his breath warm yet shiver-inducing against your face as he whispered back, “I want you so bad, ____…”

He trailed kisses down your neck, making his way to your cleavage where he toyed with your nipple slightly, and you let one of your hands grope your tits to mimic the way he touched you then.

Arching your back against the mattress, you recall moaning faintly as he sucked and bit at your sensitive skin, his skilled hands roaming your body beneath the thin fabric of your shirt.

You reached down for the button on his jeans and undid it before pulling down his zipper to free his aching cock, and you remember stroking it gently as you felt it twitch in your hand.

Lino groaned at your touch, and it wasn’t long before he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the counter, positioning himself at your entrance while teasing your clit with the tip of his cock.

You whimpered, both back then and presently while laying in bed, and you begged him to fuck you as if he was actually there with you.

Using your index and middle finger, you jammed them inside your cunt, crying out in pleasure while imagining your pathetic digits were your best friend’s fat cock thrusting inside you.

You remember being fucked rough and fast by him as his balls slapped against your ass with every snap of his hips, and you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to orgasming.

“M-Minho, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, feeling your walls clench around your fingers as you kept fingering yourself to the memory of him making you love to you, and you eventually did just that…

Your climax ripped through your body like a freight train, and you imagined Minho’s orgasm following yours soon after, filling you up with his hot release.

Panting out loud, you slipped your fingers from your cunt, only opening your eyes slightly now as you melted back into reality, wishing that Minho could be right beside you now like he was back then…

You thought about the way he looked at you with a satisfied smile before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I love you, ____,” his voice responded in the back of your mind as a gentle whisper, and you felt yourself becoming sleepy as you turned to lay on your side, still shaken up from climaxing so fast…

“I love you too, Minho,” you whispered to yourself as if he could hear it, smiling with closed eyes as you finally fell fast asleep, just mere hours from facing the morning ahead of you…

THE NEXT MORNING came by faster than you expected as a now fully clothed and much less sweaty Minho stood at your doorstep, a dainty porcelain dish resting in the grasp of his veiny hands.

You had invited him over to stay over at your place until the broken AC situation at his place got sorted out, and you were more than ready to spend the next few days with him under the same roof as you…

“I come bearing treats,” he chirped with a smile as you welcomed him in with a friendly hand.

He was wearing a dark turtleneck sweater and dark pants to match with an auburn, plaid trench coat to top of his gold accessories.

“Oh, Minho,” you began while taking the tray from him, a certain smell having distracted your train of thought, “you didn't have to go out of your way and… wait… is there espresso in this?”

“Mhm,” your friend nodded proudly while kicking off his shoes before making his way to your all-too-familiar kitchen where he opened the fridge door for you, “with mascarpone creammm, lady fingersss, cocoa powderrrr—”

“You made me tiramisu?” You asked with widened eyes, making him chuckle a bit at your shocked reaction.

“As a symbol of my appreciation since you opened your home up to me, of course,” Lino smiled before leaning against the kitchen counter, and you couldn’t help yourself from giving him a hug in this moment.

At first, his body tensed up at the way your hands felt upon wrapping around him so suddenly, but he eventually relaxed as you lazily spoke the words, “You feel like a human oven right now…”

“And you feel like a freezer,” Minho returned while chuckling, just as you broke from the hug.

“Yea... I guess that happens sometimes when your air conditioner isn't busted…” you shrugged sarcastically, and Minho gives you a painfully forced laugh before following your trail back to the living room—

“Where're your cats?” You inquire, noticing that he had brought all of their play and food gear, but the pets themselves were no where in sight.

“Oh, they're waiting for me in the car, actually,” he said, walking past you to put his shoes back on at the front door.

“So your precious little felines are too good for a local pet-sitter now?” You tease, feeling your heart warm up at the sound of him snickering at your comment.

“Not just that,” he began, “my little kitties are angel's indeed, but I'm not ignorant to the fact that they can be a handful... even for me...”

You let his words sink in, taking a mental note of what he said.

“Want me to help you gather them from your car then?” You offer, meeting him where he stood at the door now.

“Please,” Minho scoffed, side-eyeing you with a small smirk, “you doubt that I can handle my own three baby's or something? I mean... c'mon, have you seen my arms lately?”

“No, actually... just your thighs,” you said while tilting your head at him, clearly checking him out, and the look he gives you would’ve otherwise knocked you clean off your feet if he was any closer to you—

Beep beep.

The sound of Minho’s car blared in the distance as you pressed to “UNLOCK” bottom on his keys upon the two of you making your way outside together.

Single-handedly, Minho opens the door for himself, and you watch with a shy smile as he scoops his cats up in his arms, their dainty paws tugging and scratching at his jacket almost immediately.

“So much for making me feel loved and cherished, you guys...” Minho says jokingly as of his cats can understand his words, and you help by opening the door for him to come back inside when you get a notification from your phone.

The sound catches Minho’s attention immediately, but you’re not aware of the dinging until you hear it again… and again, til you hear it a total of five times.

“Looks like someone’s popular today,” your friend says from behind you while setting his cats down to roam the house freely.

“Eh, it’s probably just my boss,” you return while walking over to your desk to see who the message is from, “I have a meeting later today, and he’s probably just wondering if I’m still up for it…”

Her boss?… Sending her more than three messages in a row?… Minho thought to himself in the back of his mind, and his ears are quick to notice how quiet you get suddenly.

He waits for you to say something… anything at all, but you remain silent, a focused expression taking over your face now as your thumbs tap your phone screen like crazy.

Ding.

Another message comes through, and Minho can’t ignore the curiosity brewing inside him anymore.

“Who’re you texting?”

“A friend… good thing it wasn’t my boss…”

“What friend?” He asks again, and he’s trying to hide the irritation in his voice as you fail to look him in the eyes while speaking to him.

“Just Jake…”

“Jake?” Minho repeated, almost sounding disgusted that you had even said such a thing, “you mean that… that dog guy?”

“If that’s what people are calling him these days, then yes, that dog guy,” you return plainly, eyes still glued to your phone.

Minho makes sure your front door is locked before walking past you to grab the remote from your desk, clicking the TV on so his cats could watch something while sitting on your couch.

“Whatever,” he scoffed beneath his breath, and you only spare him a quick glance before going right back to texting, “you’re clearly more of a cat person anyways… right?”

“Lino, he was just wishing me good luck at my meeting, alright?”

Yea, the meeting you didn’t even bother telling me about, Minho thought to himself again before your voice interrupted him to say:

“It’s really not that deep…”

“Right… not like I'd expect much depth from Mr. Short-Stuff to begin with—”

“Bro, knock it off, will you? You two are literally the same height for crying out loud…”

“Who said I was talking about height?”

You look up from your phone, giving him a deadpan look as you sighed with frustration, “Minho…”

“Alright, alright, I'm knocking it off now, relax…” he said as the sound of a random TV show filled h the w background now, and he internally rolled his eyes at the way you were acting with him now.

“Thank you…” you replied half-heartedly before setting your phone down on your desk finally, “and enough about Jake for the rest of the time you’re here, please… he's not a concern to you…”

“Yea, of course,” Minho sarcastically agreed as he made his way over to sit on the couch with his cats, “no concerns… no worries… you and I are just friends at the end of the day, too, right?”

“Right… just friends…” you returned, just as the alarm clock on your phone went off this time.

“Shit, I gotta get ready… I’ll be doing my meeting here at my desk, so if you could turn the TV off once I come back, that’d be great, yea?” You asked in a rushed tone, and Minho simply nodded, right before you made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Sighing, the poor guy couldn’t help but feel threatened by Jake’s presence in your life… and as hard as it was for Minho to admit, Jake was a good looking guy who had an equally attractive personality to go with it…

“We’re just friends,” Minho said to himself in a mocking tone as his cat Dori crawled into his lap, purring softly for cuddles…

“Yea,” he continued to say out loud, feeling the stress in his hands barely ease away as he massaged the top of Dori’s head, “friend’s who fuck each other…”

ABOUT AN HOUR had passed before your meeting was finally all done and over with, and to your favor, everything turned out great!…

Though, you still expected to be glued to your desk for at least another hour or two as your boss had assigned you with a new company proposal to work on.

Your home-printer had just finished spitting out a stack of 25 sheets of paper that you were expected to have proof-read and revised by the next morning.

Yes, you genuinely did love your job… but sometimes, the workload could be a handful, and it wasn’t helping one bit that Lino and his cats were having a play date just a few feet away from you.

Cat toys like fuzzy balls and squeaky fish decorated your floor like a daycare center as the three animals crawled on every surface they could in your home.

Paying Minho a quick look, he was still sitting on the couch, Soonie laying on his chest as he brushed over her fluffy body with his hand, cooing at the sleepy creature…

Seeing Minho behave so lovingly with his pets always touched a soft spot inside you, and that’s when he senses your eyes are on him, turning his head on the couch briefly to return a glance.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” He began, and the cat visibly purred at the feeling of Minho’s deep voice vibrating against her body.

“Very,” you said softly, looking away now as you reached for the nearby stapler, clipping the stack of paper in place, “so beautiful that it’s distracting, in fact…”

“I wasn’t talking to you, silly,” Minho chuckles, making your eyebrows screw into confused squiggles—

“I was asking Soonie about you…” he finishes, looking back at your for a second with a loving look in his eyes, and you try not to smile at his words, only because you know how much he likes teasing you for getting flustered with him…

You loved the way Lino’s presence always had a way of warming you up from the outside-in, and you almost started to feel guilty for giving him such a hard time earlier.

Clink!… Splash…

“Dori, watch out!” You called out suddenly with a loud voice, and Minho turns to see what you’re yelling about.

“That’s Doongie, ____… she’s the orange one, remember?” Minho asked jokingly, but you’re too distressed now to pay his humor any mind.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have bought so many cats so I could recall their goofy names better…” you sighed with a broken voice now, looking at the mess before you that Minho was still oblivious to…

Dori, Doongie, or whatever he name was had leaped onto your desk out of excitement, only to knock over your cup of coffee, causing it to spill all over the documents you just printed…

And yea, it was obviously an accident, but this was the second time today that you ran into an obstacle since Minho arrived, and you couldn’t hold back your anger anymore…

“Heyyy, that’s not nice,” Minho began with a pout, though his voice sounded quiet in your ears as your eyes started to brim with frustrated tears, “my kittie's were very respectful when you first joined the family… even when you always stole their daddy’s attention…”

With a quiet sniffle, you wiped the tears from your eyes as fast as you could before Lino could notice it, sulking to yourself as you thought about how long it’d take to reprint all the papers and go over them with new revisions again…

“You’re right, Lino,” you said in a weak voice, picking up the curious orange cat from your desk as she was only starting to track coffee-paw prints all over your keyboard, “And sorry, Doongie… I shouldn’t have yelled at you...”

Everything was stressing you out, at this point, and it only made you feel worse for being such a miserable host to Minho, especially in his first day over.

“I’ll come back in a bit to clean this up, but I just need to lay down for a minute if that’s okay?” You whispered, and by time Lino could process everything that was happening l, you were already walking off back to your room.

“C-clean up?… ____, come back please,” Minho stood up from the couch, calling after you only to have you shut the door at his words… literally…

A small sigh fell from his lips as he walked over to where you sat, and he’s just now becoming aware of the huge mess of coffee and soggy papers all over your desk.

“Oh, Doongie…” Minho sighed again, looking back at his cat who sat quietly at the very top of the cat tree set, playing with one of the fuzzy toy balls she had carried from the floor, “way to go ruining my romantic moment…”

MINHO TOOK IT upon himself to help and tidy things up while you were regathering yourself in your bedroom.

Sure, he usually didn’t handle household chores much beyond cooking or baking, but he still made it his duty to correct some of the damage he had cost in one way or another.

A pile of dirty dishes in your sink became the centerpiece of your kitchen, coupled with the mini trashcan in the corner being filled to the top with old coffee pods, crumbled up sheets of paper, and takeout containers.

Though, by now he had already replaced the dirty trash bag with a new one, wiped off the coffee splatters from your desk and keyboard, printed a new copy of your work documents, and jotted down all the revisions you made to the best of his ability,

All that was left to do now was tackle the dishes you left behind...

Running some warm and bubbly water for the dishes, Minho slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, grabbed a sponge, and started scrubbing away.

You could faintly hear the clinking of plates from your room which made you run out to see what he was up to.

“Hello again, stranger….” Minho greeted sarcastically, despite the way he smiled at you.

“Hey…” you returned quietly while walking behind him and wrapping your arms at his waist... a gesture you're just now realizing you did a little too frequently to call yourselves just friends...

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you continued, looking beside his frame to watch as he rinsed the bubbles from around the sink, “I should be cleaning my own messes, Minho... you're supposed to be a guest, for Christ's sake…”

“I know,” he says softly, mirroring the tranquility in your tone, “just figured you could use the extra help, though…”

Slipping off the gloves, he hangs them over the sink, before removing your hands from hugging him, “Go in the den real quick, and I'll meet you in there...”

And either being too exhausted to object or simply obedient to his dominance, you do exactly as he says, walking back to the living room and taking a seat on the couch... and you're glad to find that his cats are sleeping in their shared kitty bed, resting soundly together.

Meanwhile, Minho was busy rummaging through your fridge, looking for the dessert tray he had brought earlier. He wanted to cute you a nice square of tiramisu from the dish before heading back to the living room, a single fork clad in his grasp.

You watched him with a raised eyebrow as he approached, placing the plate of tiramisu in your hands. He then settled at the end of the couch across from you, reaching down to grab your ankles and pull your legs toward him.

That was odd, you thought to yourself, very odd...

“So, let's skip the bullshit here and cut straight to the chase,” he began in a low voice, shamelessly letting his fingers trail up your calves before parting your legs open at the knees; “You’ve been trying to avoid me, haven't you?”

You let yourself blink a few times before challenging him in a similarly catty tone, “I don’t know, have you given me a reason to?”

“Of course not… Hell, I even made you this fancy ass dessert from scratch... you should be praising the air I breathe right now...”

“Alright, Gordon Ramsey... give me a second to taste it first and then I’ll decide if you deserve that much…” You replied, taking the fork that he handed to you from his grasp before sticking it into the fluffy treat and bringing it to your mouth.

“Finally... now how's it taste?” He asks, tilting his head at how long you took to swallow such a small bite.

“It's delicious,” you return with a nonchalant voice to egg him on even more, even though deep down you had to fight the urge to take another bite.

It was almost shocking how good it tasted, and his ratio of all the ingredients was worth cultivating an entire culinary study for...

Though, your train of thought was soon interrupted once he leaned in closer to you, resting his flexed hands on the couch armrest you laid your head on, caging you beneath his frame...

“Y'know... you seemed much more pleasant over text the other night, but now... you're cold… what changed?” Minho asked, and you fought the feeling of nerves growing within your stomach, thinking back to how you imagined him on top of you just like this while you fucked yourself dizzy with your fingers...

“Maybe it’s this,” you whispered, tugging at the lower hem of his shirt, as a glint of playfulness flickered in his eyes, “you should know by now how bothered I get when thing's keep getting in the way of my desires...”

“Good, then. I’ll keep it on so you have something to hang onto,” he returned through a smirk, and you scoffed at him, right before taking another bite of the tiramisu.

“Please, just drop the act, ____,” Minho chuckled at your failed attempt at being intimidating, “You’ve practically been eye fucking me this whole time, anyway, so it's no surprise you’ve been so moody all day… you need me to fuck your nerves away, huh?”

“Oh, don't flatter yourself, Minho,” you retort, even though the dirty manner of his words makes you feel a rush inside.

Clink.

You take the fork, digging into the tiramisu once more as you gathered a hefty forkful, right before feeding some to Minho.

Though, a bit of the cream lingers at the corner of his mouth, and you moisten the tip of your thumb with your own spit before swiping at his lips and asking, “You always eat this messy?”

And Minho only responds with the fattest smirk you've seen all day, grabbing your wrist as he took your whole thumb in his mouth, humming around it as he sucked it clean before releasing it with a pop.

“You freaky bastard—”

“Just admit that you miss my touch…” Minho interrupts your insult, his voice laced with seduction as he shimmies all the way between your legs now, pressing his crotch against yours, “you’re doing anything you can to put your hands on me, anyway… so why don't you just take what you want?”

His question meddles in the fog of your mind, and you feel your heart rate start to increase just from having his body pressed so close to yours...

It was different from the times when you'd innocently hug him... it was different from the fantasies you had in the darkness of your room while completely alone... and above all, it was different when you were sober, fully present to experience every emotion bubbling inside you, even the nervous ones.

“Poor baby,” Lino pouts, and his voice pulls you back from your thought, shivering from wishing as he takes the cold, metal fork and runs it along the side of your neck, “you're too shy for your own good...”

His words resound in the back of your mind again, and you're not sure how long they linger there, but before you know it, he has his lips against yours, kissing you deeply as the thought of tiramisu is long gone, the pastry plate sitting on the floor now.

And he's groaning into your mouth, the taste of espresso on his tongue making you chase his lips even more, but only for his hand to keep pushing you down by the chest.

“M-Minho,” you mumble in between kissing him, “could you stop teasing me for one fucking second, please?...”

He lets himself chuckle at your neediness, smiling against your lips now as he whispers, “Sorry, kitty... I just like getting you worked up sometimes...”

And that's when your turn comes around to make him feel flustered as you let one of your hands find the base of his neck, and his breath hitches as you squeeze slightly, watching as the sexiest smirk overtakes his face now.

Leaning back down, Minho kisses you even harder now, and his hips can't help but to grind against you, and even though his movements are gentle at first, you let out a desperate moan that let's him know to keep going.

Both your bodies were heating up like crazy now as Minho's hand slowly crept under the soft cotton of your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach.

His breath was just as hot against your lips as his tongue danced with yours, making you shiver with anticipation as you both explored and claimed every inch of each other's mouths.

Foul wet sounds were filling the space now as his pelvis kept bumping into yours, rolling against you in fluid waves as if he was doing the sweetest dance of lust with you.

Minho's hands found their way under your shirt again, but this time he reached for the clasp of your bra, unhooking the latch with deft fingers and freeing your aching breasts from the confines.

You whined into his mouth as his hands cupped the weight of your tits, letting his thumbs teasing your nipples to hardness as your hands got equally busy, clinging at his shirt as you fought to get it off of him.

As your palms made contact with his warm flesh, you dug your nails into his back, urging him closer to you as a shaky grunt slipped past his own lips now, glaring at you with darkened eyes as the pain you caused mixed with pleasure.

Breaking from the kiss, Minho left a trail of wet kisses along your jaw before stopping at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.

He sucked and nibbled, marking you as his, and your eye rolled to the back of your head at the tantalizing feeling of his rough bulge humping against your clothed cunt.

It wasn't long before you two decided to change positions, though, straddling Minho's lap so that his rock-hard erection was trapped between your two bodies, allowing you to rock your hips at the perfect angle to draw him over the edge.

And you both were cursing under your breath at this point, practically drooling at the sensation of you rubbing your heat against his hardening length through your clothes.

Forcing you down and against his body, Minho captured your mouth in his again, claiming it with urgency as his tongue mimicked the rhythm of your hips.

You felt your arousal start to seep through your panties, and that was likely the last straw Minho needed to let himself go, whining beneath you as your hips bucked against his erratically.

“Oh, fuckkk!” You cried out, feeling your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Minho, with one final thrust, felt himself cumming in his pants, a warm and sticky stain rising to the surface of his pants now as you cried out each others names, waves of pleasure consuming you both...

Panting and covered in the evidence of your mutual pleasure, you let your spent body collapse against him, hearing his heart race against your head as you laid on his chest.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, a satisfied yet tired smile on his face, “that went by so fast, but it felt so good,” he went on, “so... fucking... good...”

You laughed at his words, feeling how his warm breath tickling the top of your head.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” you added, just as one of his hands moved up to stroke your hair slightly...

Snuggling impossibly closer to him, you hear him let out a sigh, one that started in agreement and ended in painful realization...

“I should probably get cleaned up now so you can finish revising that company proposal before the morning comes,” Minho says, but his words make you cling to him even harder, making it obvious to him that you had no intention of leaving him alone again anytime soon...

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[reiderwriter]

Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writer💕How have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely night💕

It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.

So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.

It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.

You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the 🐇anon?

A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~♡

Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5

With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down. 

You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table. 

The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too. 

You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer. 

Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter. 

“Sorry, you're the agent from the BAU?” You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention. 

“Yes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.” 

You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.

“I'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?” An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty. 

“Do you want to see my credentials?” 

“No, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone so…pretty?” 

The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing. 

“You're adorable. Here's the file, I’ll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?” 

He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer. 

“I'll see you later then,” you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. “Save me a seat?” 

“I should… I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-” he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator. 

Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested. 

Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl. 

“Hello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?” You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in. 

“Agent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,” Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile. 

Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face. 

The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly. 

“Spencer, do you have a phone number?” You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk. 

“Yeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.” 

“Great. Your number - what is it?” 

He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad. 

“And Hotch's number is-” 

“Oh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.” You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused. 

“Y/N… Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,” he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace. 

“If I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garcia’s office and use her direct line,” you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button. 

He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you. 

“Oh… oh, yeah that's… that's efficient.” 

You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then. 

“Goodbye, Doctor Reid,” you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight. 

To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelope’s office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid. 

“Hello, handsome, what can I do for you today?” You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line. 

“D-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?” He said, his voice treading lightly. 

“Unless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6’1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.” 

He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off. 

“Until next time, sexy.”

“Um, yeah… thanks…beautiful?” he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears. 

“Please forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.” 

He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub. 

“Hello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?” You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed. 

“So… um, like… Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to… do something as well.” 

You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone. 

“Great. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.” 

You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morgan’s cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he. 

The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more. 

You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again. 

“Good work out there, Doctor Reid.” 

“What, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?” Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer. 

“Oh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,” you said, sighing dreamily. “How do you do it?” 

“We were all there too, you know,” the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator. 

“Yeah, well,” you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully. 

You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them. 

“You're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.” 

You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs. 

They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again. 

If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence. 

“I.. Y/N, I was just… curious, if you, by any chance…” 

Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out. 

“I was wondering, i-if you had… a boyfriend?” By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking. 

You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship. 

“No,” you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. “No, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.”

“Great okay,” he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.

“Well not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel about…romantic entanglements and I-I-I’m not saying that your life isn't,” he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. “-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently… vacant?” 

“Spencer?” You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble. 

“Yes?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend  or are you asking for a friend?” 

You'd meant the words as a joke  but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out. 

“It would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?” 

You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.

“Presumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?” 

“They teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving us…fuck me eyes, Y/N.” The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.” You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.

The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.

“Y/N…please, Y/N���. Can we just…?” You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face. 

You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard. 

You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next. 

“Spen-” He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch  arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.

This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs. 

“Was that….what… you wanted?” He panted, resting his head on yours. 

There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful. 

“Good. Great…” he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat. 

“I'll just-” he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips. 

Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it.  

[tiny-pretty-sana]

gf sana | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), minors dni

sfw

sana is a ray of sunshine, the type of person that lights up a room as soon as she gets in

she’s welcoming, warm, and full of energy like having a coffee in a winter morning

she’s a dangerous combination of cute and sexy, she’s aware and she takes advantage of that. she knows exactly what to say and how to act to get her way

sana the type of girl that gets princess treatment without having to ask for it

you get her flowers, open the door for her, give her your jacket, carry her bag and you will do everything it takes to get the plushie she wants at the fair

she is aware of everything you do for her, she appreciates it and gives you all that love back

she is very empathetic. it helps to solve conflicts most of the time, but sometimes it can really affect her to see you upset and she cries with you the same way she celebrates your achievements as if they are her own

she’s an it girl, she’s up to date with the latest fashion trends, likes designer clothes and has an amazing fashion sense. since she's your girlfriend you've started to dress better

she takes you shopping and chooses your outfits on special occasions but her favorite thing is to wear subtle matching outfits with you

her love language is physical touch, so expect a huge amount of skinship

she clings to you, kisses you, hugs you, holds your hand, caresses you, plays with your hair, strokes you… she always has her hands all over you

she doesn’t mind pda to the point it can be too much and you sometimes have to stop her because things can get too cheesy or heated

she showers you with love and she wants everyone to know how much she loves you and how special you are

she posts ig stories of you with cute emojis or texts, photo dumps of your dates and she will randomly bring you up in conversation when you aren’t there

she will ask you to take a lot photos of her when you go on dates

her gifts are always expensive, luxurious, useful and she never misses

sana has a flirtatious personality, it’s something that just comes natural to her. she’s playful, she enjoys teasing you and likes seeing you get nervous but if you respond with the same energy you will have her blushing and giggling

she likes the attention and sometimes she might be flirty with her friends or strangers but you don’t really mind, you know she just likes attention and having a bit of fun

however don’t you dare to flirt with anyone that isn't her because she’s possessive and the jealous type of girlfriend. she’s been clear about that since the beginning and you actually love seeing this side of her

you can easily tell when she's jealous/mad because she looks like she’s about to slit the throat of anyone that gets too close or too touchy with you for her liking with her perfectly done nails

when she's jealous not even her empathy can save you. she won’t say anything, she will give you a cold shoulder until you apologize or convince her that she’s the only one for you

she always sends you mirror photos when she’s in the changing room, when she likes her outfit or when she tries a new make up even if you’re in the same room

when you aren't together she's the type of girlfriend that sends you a bunch of texts with a bunch of emojis and a bunch of exclamation marks

"good morning baby!💟" "have a great dayyy!!!🩷" "have you eaten yet?" "💗💗💗💗💗" "drink water!!! 😡💗" "i miss youuu!!! > < 💗" "good night babyyyy!!! 💖"

nsfw

as someone that expresses her love mostly through physical touch being intimate isn't essential or the center of your relationship, but it's important to her

she likes to make the best of these moments whether they are planned, spontaneous, rushed, soft and slow or fast and rough she will make you feel special, loved, desired, wanted and even worshiped

sana is a passionate, skilled and generous lover

that dangerous mix of cuteness and sexiness is also present in the room she might blush, giggle and cover her face and the next second she's whispering the filthiest things that she wants you to do to her in your ear

when you call her "princess" something just clicks in her brain

she is pretty much a switch in every sense of the word she enjoys bottoming, topping, being in charge and letting you have control

she's possessive, so of course she likes to mark you up and leave hickeys and bites all over your neck and other hidden places. luckily they're subtle enough so they can only be noticed if someone gets a litter too close

sana is usually so touchy that it is hard to tell apart when she is being her usual needy self and when she is just being a brat and is teasing you

casual touches on your thighs, kisses too close to the mouth, glances that undress you, praises that get a little too suggestive…

she's a tease, she likes attention and also praising, so sending you pictures of her cute outfits is not the only thing she does. when you're at work or out with coworkers or friend it's likely that you'll receive pictures of sana in underwear or lingerie if she feels like behaving because if she isn't she will be completely naked doing ungodly poses

she's a kinky girl, open to try new things and isn't shy about it, in fact she has made a few great suggestions that now are part of your routine

her main kinks are praising, degradation, bondage and orgasm control

she loves mix of praising and degradation "you're such a good slut for me, aren't you?" "taking me so well like the little whore you are" "my pretty slut"

she loves when you use the strap on her and she has recently started wearing the strap as well and you can't choose if she is better at giving or receiving

when you're using the strap she loves to do this thing . you lay on your back, she gets between your legs and her hand starts teasing you with strokes on your inner thighs, then she slides a finger between your folds and as soon as she feels your wetness she wraps her lips around the tip of the strap locking her eyes with yours if you're strong enough to look at her

she loves teasing but she hates being teased

if you tease her in an inappropriate place or at an inappropriate time when she can't do anything about it when you finally get home she'll make you sit in a chair in front of the bed and will make you watch while she touches herself

when this happens there are clear rules: 1. you can’t touch her 2. you can’t touch yourself

she is very vocal. she tells you what she wants, where to touch her and how to do it but she also moans without restraining herself and always lets you know how close she is and how good it feels

aftercare is just a long intimate session of cuddles and kisses

[starvity]

— ☆ zb1 reacting to being pushed with their (crush) best friend under the mistletoe

gn!reader x zb1 (ot9)

genre: fluff, drabble // warnings: kissing and flirting ofc, mention of food in yujin's (ps: his is not as romantic because i just thought it was more appropriate that way!!)

author’s note: happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate!! here is my little gift for you <3 (★ω★)/

ੈ✩‧₊˚ jiwoong

probably stares into your soul like sooo when are we kissing… he’s pretty casual about it, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and smiling softly, waiting for you to give him the green light. when you do kiss though he’s super giggly and he will be clingy for the rest of the evening.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ zhang hao

he is so nonchalant about it. will tease you about how you planned all this just because you were dying to kiss him so bad (he is just trying to take your attention away from his red ears). when your hands cup his face he immediately freezes though, his eyes not being able to leave your lips as you lean in.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ hanbin

hanbin just naturally smiles a lot but after he gets pushed under the mistletoe with you he would just be giggling uncontrollably. he reassures you that you don’t have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable but he’s still holding onto your hand, hoping that you would close the gap between you and him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ matthew

matthew will panic so much, immediately tackling his friends who pushed him towards you. the embodiment of ahah i won't kiss my best friend, are you crazy!!!!! unless.... *curious gaze*. will try to brush it off if you seem too nervous or uncomfortable but if you definitely show him that you want him, he will not hesitate to cup your cheeks and pull you closer.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ taerae

he is so serious about it, immediately puckering his lips and leaning in (cue that bbangiz live). taerae looks so invested and expressionless that you think it's a joke so when you start laughing he's like okay lol but when are we kissing? if you want to make him blush, play the same game as him. if you flirt back he will immediately panic and run away hehe

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ricky

rizzy will flirt back OF COURSE (i am not calling him that ever again). he's so gentle though, one hand in yours and the other on your waist, slowly pulling you closer while analysing if he sees any sign of discomfort from your side. after your lips touch though, he goes full on lovelicky mode; blushing cheeks, giggles and reddish lips.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gyuvin

gyuvin is literally the O_O emoji. his big round eyes telling you everything about the chaos that is going on in his mind at that moment. oh if you want to make him melt, grab him by the collar of his shirt to make him duck down to your height and kiss his nose. there you have him wrapped around your finger and 3 seconds won't even pass before he picks you up to kiss you properly.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ gunwook

gunwook is ready to risk it all to be honest. probably chuckles a little, dropping a flirty comment or two to test the mood before he casually pecks the top of your head. you wrap your arms around his neck and he thinks that you are just going in for a hug so when you softly peck his mouth, his cheeks turn a bright shade of red.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yujin

glares at whoever pushed him towards you, hands reaching for a chip in the bag he was eating, followed by a deep sigh. you immediately take the opportunity to tease yujin, poking his rosy cheeks with your finger before you get cut off by him shoving a chip into your mouth. you two will end up making fun of each other during the entire party, while fully aware that your friendship took quite a different turn that night.

[soulaires]

hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much 😩 and that trope is such a 🤌

also can I be 🪸anon?!?!?!

THAT’S MY BABY

pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.

warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol

summary: kenji and his intimidating gf

notes: I need this man so bad I’m not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon 🫶(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.

you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.

he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesn’t read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.

although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character

while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.

he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.

when in training, he’s really trying so hard to impress you

you noticed him once with a comment saying “nice work, kishimoto.” and he absolutely froze at that moment

he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.

he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass

he says random pickup line at you.

and will always try to insert his flirty comments.

are you a map? ‘cause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.

hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.

no pen, no paper…but you still draw my attention.

the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.

hey, what’s the month date today again?

It’s may now. may I finally be yours?

hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?

the what???

word of the day. it’s ‘legs’ so, why don’t we go home and spread the word?

no pickup lines today?

nah, don’t have any pick up lines cause I’m not tryna be picked up I’m trynna be pinned down. he smirks

It’s stupid, really.

but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips

and of course, it won’t get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face

and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.

“hey, how’s my favorite girl doing?” Kenji said as he enters the gym.

“your favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?” you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.

“that was smooth.” He finally said after a solid minutes.

“wanna see if my lips are too?” you replied with a smirk.

—

“Watch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue.” Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.

“Whoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?” he said after he whistled.

“attitude isn’t the only reason my eyes roll back.” you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.

—

“relationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.”

“yeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.”

“WOAHH!?”

when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like

wow??? you are so beautiful??

He still continues to win you over even when he already has!

he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf

I don’t need protection.

yeah, believe me she doesn’t .

he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and ma’am

you who glares while kenji just grins

he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes

you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.

kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.

My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life

LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.

like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there

gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence

he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL

he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him

but he will pout and will sass you

he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible

It really gets handy

anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it

I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted

EHEM juliette EHEM

can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks

“Remind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?” Warner asks while kenji just huffed.

you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, “his personality.” you feel someone’s pair of eyes on you

Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really now?”

“Fuck you mean by that?” Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.

“yeah, i was surprised too.” you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.

Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, “wow. Betrayed by my own girl?” You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.

he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles

he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"

he puts flowers onto your hair

you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, “why don't we like them?”

he follows you like a puppy

whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.

WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.

he worships the ground you walk on

he sees you a gift from God

he loves to be babied by you

but will never admit it

at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.

[ant0nsfirstluv]

Riize romantic headcanons

A/N: firsttt postttt just some simple headcanons I have for Riize as boyfriends 🫶🏾 hope you enjoy

Warnings: none frm what I know

More under the cut

Shotaro:

So in love with you whaaattt 🙁

Teaches you some easy japanese phrases so you guys can have your own small convos and inside jokes with each other without others budding in LMAO

Hug machine, even if he isn’t just hugging you he has an arm around you in some type of way whether it’s around your shoulders, you two link arms, an arm around your hip, anything !!

For a date he’ll probably take you to the fair, he’d pay for all the food you two eat and has you get on so many rides the main one being the farris wheel, you will take pics in it !

He likes when you wear his clothes especially his big graphic tee shirts, he’d probs buy couple shirts for you two (the cute ones not the corny ones 😭)

Randomly teaches you dances and once you have it right he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you how good you did

Always checks in on you, sometimes he’ll shoot you a quick texts asking about how your day was and if you have anything you need to rant about

Uses cute emoticons rather than emojis when making your contact name

Eunseok:

He really loves you but gets worried that he doesn’t show it well :/ even tho he is literally the biggest sweetheart

Buys you snacks throughout the day and randomly hands them to you but will play it off by saying something like “ I got these because you’re greedy 🫵”

Places your hand in his jacket pocket, keeps a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, holds and kisses your hand while sitting together, silently plays with your hair in any way he can

Even though he’s nonchalant he does worry about you like if you’re taking longer than usual to get home or he can’t figure out where you are he’ll try to be calm but soon sends a row of messages

Has random moments of cuteness aggression, you two will be sitting together and he’ll look at you and just squish you by pinching/smushing your cheeks, randomly pulling you extremely close going “AAAAAH SO CUTE”

Basketball date 😗 will go tough on you until you make THAT ONE FACE, and then he automatically goes easy on you..hell he’ll even lift you to the hoop

Sungchan:

Your favorite giant

When in public he’s practically all over you so nobody even ASSUMESS you’re single, will literally hold you from behind kissing the top of your head + cheek

So clumsy. You’ll get random text from him like “How much is a doorknob.” And you’ll ask him why and then he sends a pic of the door without its knob

Lovesss kissing your face he CANTTT STOPPPP

Play wrestling is KEY ! you’ll be teasing him and he’ll pick you up and toss you into his bed or couch and start play fighting

Goes “😧😦” if you start fighting back 😭😭.

Goes out of his way to feed you, like randomly he’ll be like “you hungry ?” and even if you say no he’ll buy you a little sum sum to munch on for now or later

Yes, he’ll have you go to the gym with him to spend time together 😭

He’ll teach you the proper form for some of the machines and do goofy muscle flex poses in the gym mirror to make you laugh

Wonbin

In the beginning he’ll try to come off as some playboy and would be quietly flirty

Does things to come off as smooth..slides in compliments, somehow finds a way to wrap his arm around you, randomly asks you on dates

Even though he seems all cool and smooth in reality he’s blushing as soon as you look/walk away

Most definitely does things in order to impress you..plays your favorite songs on his guitar, tries his best to win if he’s playing with the members and knows you’re watching

takes you out clothes shopping and has you try on wtv he thinks you’d look good in, he’d think you were so cute and would try sooo hard not to geek out watching you dress up 😓

Gets you a matching pair of earrings with him :(( it’ll either have a matching gemstone or a matching engraved symbol

Its been confirmed that he can be clingy so he’ll do whatever to be around you, if you’re laying down on your phone he’ll come lay/sit by you and it turns into cuddling, he’ll follow you around without noticing etc etc basically like a cat lowkey

You two will be quietly cuddling soo close and then he just randomly says “I wish I could live in your skin.” And you’d go “What.” Just for him not to repeat it EVERRR

Seunghan:

this man is literally…delusional over you 😭

considering he’s a libra (imma whore for astrology) before you two would even be together he’d have a “SHE WILLL BE MINEE” mentality once his crush begins

for a first date once you two are together I feel like it’d be sweet and simple, you over at his playing games and watching movies eating some takeout with r&b playing in the back getting to know each other even moree 🫶

has you sit on his lap while he plays fifa just so you don’t feel lonely waiting for him to hop off the game,, he’ll even teach you how to play it + other games he has..PLUS he’ll shower you with kisses when either of you win

you know how seunghan will call sohee cute for doing literally anything…yea he does the same exact thing with you 😭😭

you wake up from a nap ? “cuteee”, you’re in the middle of eating “cuteee” even if you’re scolding or bickering with him about something he’d stop and go “cuteee”

possessive, just like Sungchan he’d refuse to let anyone even assumeee you’re single he’d give as much pda as you’re comfortable with just to let these mfs KNOWW

if a girl tries to flirt with him he’d shut it down so fast he’d mention you every 5 seconds just to irritate her and get her away

Sohee:

A bestfriend and boyfriend in ONEEEE

the members in the group call you two the twins because y’all are attached at the HIPPP

ofc he sings for you like cmon now . he’d sing you lullabies to help you sleep if you’re having a hard time, he’d sing to you while cleaning up together, sometimes he just feels like singing for you just because

likes watching you do your hair + makeup. he’d even ask you what each product does to your face or what you’re putting in your hair, he’ll even asks if you’ll let him do it for you one day ☹️

lovessss sharing with you. It can be anything..clothes, food, body wash, his computer whtvvv as long as you mention enjoying it he’ll share it with you

uses your shampoo or lightly sprays your perfume so he’ll have your scent around and wants you to do vice versa with his shampoo + cologne

he’ll randomly make you instant foods and will just pop up with the food with the biggest smile on his face even if you weren’t super hungry you couldn’t refuse a few bites

this is so specific . but imagine sharing icecream or a milkshake with him..like it would probably be so cute omfg 😭

Anton:

takes a random photos of himself + the members just for your reaction

makes you a playlist almost biweekly..has the title “for my other half” and the picture for it is either a solo candid pic of you he took one day or a photo of you two together

this is such a random headcanon but imagine one day you’re super burnt out tired or sick he’d help you brush your teeth and do your skincare in the morning

takes .5 pics of you and sulks/pouts if you asks him to delete them (he won’t)

literally uses pinterest to come up with date ideas

he’d come up with a day long date itinerary for what you and him would do like everything is planned out and he even has a few back up plans if things go left

he will carelessly blow your phone up sending hilarious ass tiktoks or simply updates you about his day and asks you about yours

let him take you swimming !!! he’d be a little shy with you seeing him shirtless one on one but he’d overcome it, he’d teach you how to dive and will even race you 😭

he’d feel awkward about public affection but would force himself to have courage and will suddenly kiss you + wrap his arms around you

likes nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck whenever you two are cuddling

if y’all aren’t holding hands you two are mosttt definitelyyy holding pinkies

[w2sology]

Blurb request 🥰🥰 i rewatched the roast today and was thinking about how cute and funny it would be if all of the roasts Harry received were just about how much he’s punching and how much his gf is the best sidemen girlfriend and all of the other boys fancy her 🤣 and Harry just being so embarrassed but he low-key sees where they’re coming from, he knows he’s lucky. Maybe girlie is in the audience too 🥹

omg he would be an absolute mess.

all the boys participating in the roast would mention you, a default part of targeting harry. and obviously you'd know it was all fun and games but you couldn't help but let out a laugh from where you sat at the different ways they all labelled you as 'way out of his league'. cal definitely had the best ones, having seen your relationship with harry at its early stages if you two had been together for quite some times. he'd recall all the moments where he was convinced some footballer would sweep you off of your feet and make you leave harry, but yet you stuck with 'that then lanky guy clearly lacking several brain cells'. and of course, the dms being mentioned never stopped. chris, being an avid fan of football, proceeded to mention the one time that none other than a chelsea footballer replied to one of you stories with a load of heart eye emojis. perhaps deji took it the furthest, throwing a few flirty comments your way and even winking at where you sat in the audience, all whilst harry nervously laughed at the insults thrown his way. he knew they were just taking the piss, despite the blush on his face and the way his head bowed down as they'd go on and on about how you quite literally settled for less. but he knew they had a point, even he couldn't believe that he managed to pull you. but of course, your mind was stuck on harry, he was your forever, not anyone else.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 40 (Spending the Night)

cw: mid-level spice? 🌶️🌶️ (I'd call it low but I don't know people's thresholds. If there's an official simblr threshold for this kind of cw I don't know it, sorry! No actual nudity.)

Conrad's apartment in the Arts Quarter wasn't far from the festival grounds, and when they arrived, Gord greeted the flirty pair at the door with a friendly tail wag.

They took him downstairs and let him run around, ensuring he did his business before returning to the outdated suite Conrad called home. Gord raced to his spot on the small sofa in the open kitchen and living space and Conrad flashed a nervous smile.

He set his keys on a shelf laden with knick-knacks someone might have had in the last century. It looked a bit like a dingy motel room, like the ones Heather and her family stayed in on the way to their vacations in Granite Falls.

"I know the place isn't much," he said. "When he retired, my dad got it furnished from some old lady who used to frequent flea markets every Sunday. Rent's cheap, location's great, but I wasn't a very good son when he was alive. I was back and forth from college, still dealing with my mom's death, hanging out with the wrong people."

"Conrad, I'm sorry. I didn't know both your parents were gone."

He shrugged, masking grief he'd buried well all these years. "It's not easy, but I was looking for any way I could to feel closer to him, so I took over the lease here after he died. But he didn't change anything, and I'm usually too busy with work to spend much time here, as it is. Gord likes the sofa. I do have an old Unix I play around with for fun, but I've never really had to think about impressing company with the place. Until now."

"I don't care what it looks like," Heather said. "I came up to spend time with you tonight, not your apartment."

Still buzzing from the effects of the Sakura tea, she leaned in to kiss him. Her lips travelled softly down his neck. He grinned from her touch, but pulled back. "Wait, wait. This is fast. Just let me catch my breath a minute."

"Sorry." She buried her swooning head in her hands. "I'm usually the one slowing things down. It's just...the tea, and...and you."

His breathing grew heavier. "I want you," he said. "But I also like you. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day I knocked on your door. I don't want you to think I brought you back here just to do this."

"I don't think that. I like you, too. So much it scares me a little."

"I scare you?"

"No, I'm afraid of myself. I'm the one who makes rash decisions and gets tangled up with the Landgraabs - who despise me."

"The Landgraabs have no taste," he laughed. "Which is all the better for me."

He leaned in for another kiss, dragging her to the sofa while Gord made himself scarce.

A hunger took them over, perhaps drenched in too much Sakura tea, but they gave in to the passion bleeding through their skin. Twice.

They slept soundly for a few hours until sunlight poured over the Myshuno Hills, breaking through Conrad's small bedroom window. As they stirred, he pulled back the covers to admire her in the daylight. She blushed, pulling him in for a kiss before she stood to get dressed.

"I want to see you again soon," he said. "I'll bring Gord to the coast later this week, hang out with you and Ash."

She smiled. "I'd love that."

Before she made it down the elevator, her phone vibrated from an incoming text. Would it be too soon to call you my girlfriend? She grinned.

Not too soon. I like the way that sounds. She took screenshots and sent the texts to Holly, and her sister sent back enthusiastic support with a half dozen heart emojis.

Heather felt like a lovestruck teenager again. But this time the boy on the other end of the phone didn't make her question anything about their connection.

Yet when she picked up her son from Malcolm’s penthouse, she didn’t mention Conrad. They were trying to make peace, consciously, for the sake of their son, but she still didn't trust him. He and Conrad had a history, and Heather didn't want his opinion. Not yet.

For now, at least, she was happy to have something in her life that Malcolm and the Landgraabs didn't know anything about. ->

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NOTE: Me, tossing Conrad into the cheapest apartment in the city so he'd have more money when he eventually (hopefully) moves in, without considering the aesthetics of this eventual moment? Typical.

WCIF Poses Used: 2 poses from The Kiss by Simmerberlin (as you can tell I used the wrong-sized sofa but I'm not too bothered, I still like how the pose looks even in Conrad's tragic apartment); Confiding in You by StarrySimsie

[wonipeun]

ㅤ ༉‧₊˚ how would enhypen members text you as your boyfriends ?

pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader | genre: fluff, as always! warnings: none! | wordcount: 1.2k words

✶﹒author's note: i'm back, yayyy!!! long time no see huhu,,, i've recently been thinking of writing some headcanons of how enhypen would text when dating, so here it is!! hope you enjoy it!! (*˘︶˘*)♡ there is some kind of glitch with the small font? there are random letters that are bigger, sorry about that, i have tried to fix it like 10 times and it keeps popping up smh. hope it's not too much trouble!!!!

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이희승 · lee heeseung ‧₊˚

oh my god heeseung is so in love it's embarassing.

i can literally see him sending flirty texts like "thinking about me?" with the stupidest grin on his mouth, and when you reply with a "yes" he'll start kicking his feet on the bed.

i dont really see him using pet names over text, probably he has you on his contacts as "y/n" and some cute emoji that reminds him of you.

"can i call you?" is probably the text he sends you the most.

heeseung prefers calling over texting, but he's shy about facetiming, especially when you have just started dating.

although he's a bit blunt over text, on calls he's a very veryyyy sweet boyfriend. his smitten voice gives away his love for you completely!!! (>᎑<๑)/♡ even when he tries to keep that "cool guy" image, he just can't do that with you-

"i've missed you" "you did?" "mhm"

oh he is blushing hard!!!!

and so are you!!

you both giggling and all- thisissocuteimsobbing.

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박종성 · park jongseong ೀ

he's so well spoken???

he sends you a looong text every morning to remember you everything you have to remember, wish you a good day and say i love you, ofc.

"good morning y/n, have you slept well? remember you have a dentist appointment at 5 o'clock today. i love you 💗"

"good morning my love, sorry for leaving so early today! your breakfast is on the fridge, hope you enjoy it! have a nice day, see you tonight. i love you 💕"

no because park jongseong is the epitome of husband material.

randomly sends you selcas to let you know where he is and what he is doing. and sends another message right after. like "bowling 🎳" or something (pls- 😭).

"have fun!!"

no. wrong answer.

send him your photo. match his energy.

that's the only correct answer.

"*insert your photo here* cooking dinner👩🏻‍🍳"

the moment he sees the photo he's smiling right away! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

"new wallpaper, hehe~" "NO JAY STOP NOT THAT ONE"

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심재윤 · sim jaeyun ˖ ࣪ ⭑

jake is clingy even over text it's amazing actually

uses a lot of emojis, but he's starting to use ":))" and "ㅠㅠ" recently as well!

"jake" "i miss youuu" "wru??"

the average waiting time for jake to respond to you is about 2.058 seconds, i.e., the time it takes for the phone to unlock and open your chat.

"omw!!!!" "i'll be there in 5 mins!" "i miss you too my love <333" "wait for me!!"

will always, always make sure to show you how much he cares about you, whether in person or over text. that's why he sends several messages a day, although sometimes he has to hold back to avoid being a burden,,,, (pls tell him he's not he just loves you sm).

the most effective way to make jake happy? send him selcas!! at any time! it will take him a few seconds to answer so he can calm his heartbeat and type correctly, but his answer will always make you flustered!! ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ '⸝⸝ ₎ა

"wow" "woah" "baby omg you're beautiful" "how can you be so pretty?" "and mine" "i'm so luckyyyy" "i love you i love you i love you"

he's the cutest i just cannot handle this

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박성훈 · park sunghoon ⊹ ࣪

sunghoon gives me the same vibes as heeseung

but hoon is,,, cuter???

he sends you cute gifs and think is hilarious 😭

"y/n look at this"

probably a picture of a hedgehog wearing a santa claus hat but he's laughing so hard laying literally next to you.

so you can't help but start laughing as well.

he turns around and looks at you with his pretty sparkly eyes and lovely smile.

"it's funny, isn't it?"

tell him it's funny!! he loves to make you laugh <;33

sunghoon is not that expressive when texting, so you can consider his adorable gifs as his virtual displays of affection!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

doesn't want to tell you but he has you on his contacts as "my beautiful girlfriend" or something like that because this man is very much in love.

he tries to be discreet and not look too desperate, but when you both are apart for several days he sends more messages than usual…

"y/n" "i just had lunch" "did you?" "i did" "good" "i miss you" "but not to much" "just a little bit" "i miss you too..?"

he has no idea how to express affection by text please bear with him.

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김선우 · kim sunoo ౨ৎㅤ۫ ㅤ֪

you already know what's coming-

kim sunoo is INTENSE

"my baby y/nieeeeeee💗" "i missed you so much today😢" "shall we have lunch together????" "todays interview has been cancelled!" "i want to see you and kiss you and hug you💕💕💕" "right now😤" "so be ready!!!!"

texts cutely!! and uses a lot of emojis too, mostly pink hearts!!

your photo library is full of his selcas…

although it is true that he takes a lot of pictures for engene and posts them on twitter and weverse, he always saves the best one for you ૮꒰っ˃̵///˂̵c꒱ა

give him compliments!!

"you look so cuteeeeee<;3"

GIGGLES

"i do??" "really???" "but y/nnnn" "if you're saying i'm cute" "being you the cutest one on this world" "then i must be really really cute"

lowkey flirting as he confesses his undying love for you.

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양정원 · yang jungwon ׅ ࣪ ✧

if jungwon is so active on weverse when talking with engenes, just think of the amount of messages you will receive from him in a single day.

wants and needs to tell you anything that happens in his life!!!

"y/n i've just tried this new restaurant" "everything is soooo good!!" "should we order from there next time??" "i want you to try it"

he really wants to involve you in every aspect of his life!! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

loves loves loves facetiming before going to sleep!

my condolences to sunghoon, ni-ki and sunoo who will have to listen to your late-night love calls (they're kinda jealous because you both sound so in love ߹ᯅ߹)

sends lots of pictures of things he thinks are pretty or remind him of you.

"look this little kitten i just came across!!" "is so cute!!" "it looks just like you, so i thought of you right away" "like me??" "of course!!!!!!!!" "look at the eyes" "it looks like you!" "...right?" "maybe i just miss you"

he does.

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にしむら りき · nishimura riki ♡   ֺ  ׅ

he just loves to make fun of you even over text

"y/n" "why do you send me all this texts?" "you really miss me that much???"

he misses you more please keep texting him

has you in his contacts as "girlfriend" and you always ask him to change it because is so unaffectionate, but he loves it because it reminds him he can call you his girlfriend????!!!

"girlfriend has text you" yeah he's so proud of that

sends you 984569 tiktoks and gets upset if you don't reply to all of them individually. also doesn't like it when you react to his messages with a heart instead of sending it as a text!!!! >:(

"if you love me show it properly!!!" "IS ALSO A HEART" "IT'S NOT THE SAME"

sends you funny pictures of you late at night because that's when he checks his pictures of you and always ends up laughing so hard that the members have to scold him.

"nishimura riki" "delete that rn" "NEVERRRRRRRR"

instead you send him nice pictures of him on your dates but he always says he looks bad smh (っ- ‸ - ς)

"what. the hell. is that." "i look ugly" "wdym???" "you look cute" "really?" "yeah" "alright you can keep that one"

maybe he just wants your compliments... 🤭

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taglist! (open): @love-4-keum @tyunni @lovr4lix

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[knottedhearts]

Streams. C.Sturniolo

Disclaimer: There will be NO smut with any Sturniolo writings, partially bc I'm gay 😭. Just fluff.

As the stream kicked off, Chris and Y/n sat side-by-side, both focused on the game but sharing the occasional laugh and inside joke. They worked seamlessly as a team, with Y/n providing witty commentary while Chris managed to balance gameplay and reading the chat. Then, someone in the chat sent a question that quickly snowballed, with more and more people typing it out:

“Wait, is Y/n Chris’s girlfriend?”

Chris glanced over, smirking as he read the question. “Oh, you guys want to know about that, huh?” He shot a playful look at Y/n, who immediately went wide-eyed, laughing nervously as the chat started spamming heart emojis and eyes emojis.

“Oh, stop it, Chris,” Y/n said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Focus on the game.”

But Chris wasn’t letting it go that easily. Leaning a bit closer to her, he grinned, “Well, I mean, she’s kinda my favorite person to be around. Wouldn’t you all agree?” He tilted his head toward her, his voice dropping just a little. “I mean, how could I not like her?”

The chat exploded. Messages flew by like, “OMG DID HE JUST SAY THAT?” and “CHRIS YOU’RE MAKING HER BLUSH.”

Y/n’s cheeks turned a soft pink as she rolled her eyes, laughing, “Chris, you’re going to start rumors.”

“Oh, but aren’t rumors just… a little bit true sometimes?” he replied with a wink, keeping his gaze on her for a few seconds longer than usual. The chat’s response? Absolute mayhem. Messages like “HE’S SO SMOOTH!” and “GET TOGETHER ALREADY!” filled the screen, and even some “SHIPPING THIS SO HARD!” comments slipped in.

“Okay, okay, let’s calm down,” Y/n said, waving her hands as if to quiet the chat but clearly trying to hide a smile. “You all heard nothing. We’re just good friends… right, Chris?”

Chris chuckled, giving her a teasing nudge. “Oh, I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe we’ll just leave them guessing.” He shot one last look at the camera, his smile practically a promise that this wouldn’t be the last time the chat got a little surprise. The chat erupted again, filling the screen with declarations of “CUTEST STREAM EVER!”

As the chat continued to flood with heart emojis and shipping comments, Chris leaned back with a playful sigh, glancing at Y/n with that signature smirk.

“Oh, man,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh, “I can already see the edits coming from this. Like, people are going to turn this whole stream into a full-on love story.”

Y/n covered her face, laughing as the chat went wild again. “STOP, CHRIS!” she said, half-laughing, half-groaning, trying to play it cool despite her blush. “You’re just giving them more material!”

Chris shrugged, looking back at the camera with a glint in his eye. “I mean, can you blame them? With moments like these…” He let his voice trail off, giving her a playful wink that had the chat absolutely exploding with messages like “HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING!” and “THEY’RE SO CUTE TOGETHER!”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Well, great. Now I’m going to see romantic edits all over my feed.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n, you’ll love it,” Chris teased. “Let’s be real, they’ll probably even get the perfect soundtrack for it and everything.”

The chat agreed wholeheartedly, with messages like “WE GOT YOU COVERED!” and “EDITORS, ASSEMBLE!” filling the screen. And as Chris threw one last flirty look her way, the stream practically buzzed with excitement, already anticipating the edits.

As the stream continued, the chat popped up with a new question: “Y/n, what’s your favorite edit?” The question quickly gained momentum as fans flooded the chat with curiosity, and soon Chris noticed too.

“Ohhh, Y/n! They’re asking about your favorite edit,” he said, smirking as he turned toward her. “Come on, let’s hear it.”

Y/n grinned, clearly excited. “Okay, you know that edit where the song’s like, ‘Save your tears, honey, you’re a motherf*ing DIVA’?” She leaned back, laughing. “Yeah, that one. And it’s Nick in the edit, of course.”

Chris burst out laughing, clapping his hands. “Oh my god, that edit is legendary! I should’ve known that would be your favorite.”

The chat instantly went wild, flooding with “YESSS DIVA NICK!”, “THAT SONG HITS DIFFERENT!”, and “WE STAN A DIVA!”

Y/n chuckled, nodding. “I mean, it’s everything—the song, the attitude, Nick’s whole vibe. It’s just perfect.”

Chris leaned in with a grin. “You know, the editors are totally going to make more of those now, just for you.”

The chat buzzed with excitement as fans promised to create even more edits with that energy, while Y/n and Chris laughed at the chaos they’d started.

[barelytolerabled]

Misunderstanding

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Your playful flirting with Derek is all in good fun, but Spencer misunderstands the situation and becomes jealous. You are oblivious to Spencer's feelings and continues to flirt with Derek, leading to a misunderstanding that threatens to damage your relationship.

Warnings: just some flirty stuff

WC: 1.379

You've been friends with Spencer for years, and you've always had a playful dynamic. You enjoy teasing each other, making jokes, and generally having a good time together.

You and Spencer are at a party, and you notice that he's been eyeing a particular person across the room. You nudge him playfully and whisper, "Looks like someone's got a crush."

Spencer blushes slightly but doesn't deny it. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," he says coyly. "But at least I have better taste than you."

You both laugh and continue to tease each other, with you jokingly calling him a "hopeless romantic" and Spencer teasing you about your questionable dating choices.

It's a moment of lighthearted teasing that shows how comfortable you both are with each other. You know that you can poke fun at each other without any hurt feelings, and it only serves to reinforce the strong bond you share as friends.

Lately, though, you've started to notice a shift in Spencer's behavior. He seems to be more distant than usual, and when you try to flirt with him, he doesn't seem as receptive as he used to be.

One evening, you're hanging out together at your favorite bar when you start flirting with Spencer. You lean in close, batting your eyelashes and twirling a strand of hair around your finger. But instead of responding with his usual witty banter, Spencer just looks uncomfortable.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you ask, sensing that something is off.

Spencer hesitates for a moment before responding. "I don't know, I guess I'm just not really in the mood for this kind of thing right now," he says, avoiding your gaze.

You feel a pang of disappointment, but you know that you need to respect Spencer's boundaries. You back off on the flirting and the two of you continue to hang out, but there's a tension between you that wasn't there before.

One of those moments of awkwardness and uncertainty that highlights the importance of respecting your friend's boundaries, even if it means dialing back the flirtation were now daily basis. You know that your friendship with Spencer is more important than any momentary spark of attraction, and you're willing to adjust your behavior accordingly.

So, you've turned your attention to Derek, a mutual friend who is always up for some harmless flirting. You've been sending him playful texts and making suggestive comments, but it's all in good fun. You don't have any romantic feelings for Derek, and you don't think he has any for you, either.

You and Derek have been texting back and forth all day, joking and teasing each other in your usual playful manner. You're both at work, but that hasn't stopped you from engaging in some lighthearted banter.

"I can't believe you're still at the office," you text him. "You must really love your job."

Derek responds quickly. "Nah, just trying to impress my favorite coworker."

You roll your eyes, but can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. "Oh, please. I know I'm your only coworker on this case."

Derek sends back a string of laughing emojis, and then follows it up with a more serious message. "Seriously though, I'm glad we work together. You make this place a lot more enjoyable."

You feel a warm flush spread through you at his words, but you shake it off. You and Derek are just friends, after all. There's no need to read too much into his comments.

"Likewise," you respond, adding a winking emoji for good measure. "Just don't tell the boss I'm your favorite. I don't want to get in trouble."

You continue texting back and forth, the conversation never veering into anything inappropriate or suggestive. It's just a fun and friendly exchange between two people who enjoy each other's company.

One evening, you and Derek are at a party together, and as the night goes on, you find yourselves standing close to each other and engaging in playful banter.

"So, Derek," you say, batting your eyelashes, "do you work out? You're looking awfully fit tonight."

Derek grins, obviously enjoying the attention. "I do, actually. Gotta keep up my physique for all those girls who are always chasing after me."

You roll your eyes, not buying it for a second. "Please, like any girl could resist your charm. I'm surprised you're even talking to me right now."

Derek laughs, reaching out to gently touch your arm. "Don't be ridiculous. You know you're one of my favorite people to hang out with."

You feel a rush of warmth at his words, but you push it aside. You know that you and Derek are just friends, and that this playful banter is all in good fun.

The two of you continue chatting, the conversation never straying into anything inappropriate or suggestive. It's just a lighthearted and enjoyable evening spent with a good friend.

Unfortunately, Spencer doesn't see it that way. He's been keeping an eye on your interactions with Derek, and he's become increasingly jealous. He thinks that you're interested in Derek and that you're trying to make him jealous.

You have no idea that Spencer feels this way. You assume that he knows you well enough to understand that your flirting with Derek is just a way to pass the time. You never intended to hurt Spencer's feelings, and you're completely oblivious to the fact that you're doing so.

One day, as you're scrolling through your phone, Spencer comes up to you looking visibly upset. He asks to talk to you in private, and you both move to a quieter area. You can tell that something is bothering him, but you don't know what it could be.

Spencer starts off by saying that he needs to talk to you about something that's been on his mind for a while. You can sense that he's nervous and unsure about how to approach the topic. He takes a deep breath and says, "I need to talk to you about Derek."

"I've been noticing the way you've been flirting with Derek lately, and it's been bothering me," Spencer says, his voice low and tense. "I feel like you're leading him on, and it's not fair to him or to me."

You're caught off guard by his accusations and feel a pang of guilt. Just as you're about to explain your intentions, Derek interjects. "Hey, man, I don't think it's that deep. We're just having fun," he says, trying to diffuse the tension.

But Reid shuts him off, "Stay out of this, Derek. This is between me and her," he says firmly before turning back to you. "I don't think it's harmless at all. I think you're trying to make me jealous, and it's working," he says, his voice rising with frustration.

The situation quickly spirals out of control. You and Spencer start arguing, and things get heated. "I can't believe you don't trust me," you say, feeling frustrated and hurt. "I would never intentionally hurt you like that."

But Spencer is hurt too. "It's not just about trust. It's about the way you're treating me," he says, his voice cracking with emotion. "I thought we had something special, but it seems like you're more interested in flirting with Derek."

The more you try to explain yourself, the more he pushes back, and it seems like your friendship is on the brink of collapse. "I don't understand why you're so jealous," you say, exasperated. "You know I don't have any romantic feelings for Derek."

Finally, out of frustration, you both confess your true feelings. "I think the real issue here is that we both have feelings for each other," Spencer says, his voice softening.

You're shocked by his admission, but also relieved. "I've been feeling the same way," you say, a smile spreading across your face.

Eventually, though, you're able to work things out. You sit down and have a heart-to-heart conversation, and you both realize that there was a huge misunderstanding. Spencer was interpreting your flirting with Derek in a completely different way than you intended, and you had no idea that he was feeling jealous and hurt. But now that you've both been honest with each other, you're able to move forward and strengthen your relationship.

[willalove75]

Rebecca Welton x fem!wife!reader Pt. 2

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader

Summary: Rebecca brings surprise guests to lunch!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, domestic fluff

Notes: Part 2!

You begin to tell the whole story as you flashback to the night you met Rebecca.

You see Rebecca sitting at the bar alone, the person she was with having just left, and there's a look of disappointment on her face. You feel bad for her and your friends notice and all agree to drag her into the group and adopt her for the night. Your one friend, Alyssa, walks up to Rebecca and chats her up and gestures to us. To your surprise, you watch as Rebecca gets up and walks over with Alyssa. You look her up and down as she walks over. Her green dress hugging her curves perfectly as it shows off her impressive chest, tiny waist and perfectly round hips with legs a mile long. She looks like she was cut from marble by Michelangelo himself. You look up at her and you meet her gaze, you blush a little as you exchange smiles.

"Girls, this is Rebecca!" She says. "Rebecca, this is Sam, Katie, y/n, and Tori."

You all greet Rebecca and begin to chat. You order more drinks and you all laugh, drink, talk about a variety of things and genuinely enjoy each others company.

11pm hits and your girls have run out of steam, they get their things and start getting ready to leave when you object.

"Oh come on! It's not even midnight!!" You argue.

They apologize but insist on going back to the hotel down the street.

"Come on, this is the first time I've been out since-" You stop yourself, you haven't mentioned the baby and you still have mixed feelings about telling people about her right away. "in like six months! More than that!"

They are steadfast in their decision and don't budge. Disappointed, you go to grab your jacket.

"If you want, I can stay here with you. I'm not quite ready to go up for the night either." Rebecca says, looking at you.

"Hell yeah!"

The girls ask how you're going to get back and Rebecca looks confused. You see her face and tell her that you guys booked a hotel down the street and she nods.

"I'll just take an Uber! I promise I'll text you when I leave the hotel and get to ours!"

Your friends agree to the compromise and they say their goodbyes and head out. You and Rebecca head to the bar and take up two unoccupied seats.

You both order drinks and laugh and talk. You talk about where you grew up, how you're only about an hour train ride away from the city in the suburbs. She talks about where she grew up in England. The later it gets, the flirtier the two of you become. Her gently rubbing her leg against yours, you placing your hand on her arm. You two lean in close to each other to hear what the other is saying, but also just to get close to each other.

The bartender calls out that the bar is closing in 10 minutes and you both look disappointed as you finish your drinks.

"Is it insane that I don't want to leave yet?" You ask her sheepishly. "I mean, I've just been having a really good time. I haven't been out in over six months and I really haven't talked to anyone outside of my little circle since. It's nice." You say as you smile at her, a little embarrassed by your statement.

"No, it's not insane at all. I don't want the night to end either." She says as she rests her hand on your arm.

You both sit there for another minute and the bar closes. You leave the bar and stand in the lobby. You notice Rebecca look away and purse her lips, as if she's contemplating something. She exhales and looks at you.

"Would you want to come up to my room?" She seems embarrassed after asking and tries to make a save. "I mean, you don't have to, but I just thought-"

"I would love to." You say, looking into her eyes.

You text your friends that you're not leaving the hotel and your phone explodes with questions, teases and a lot of covert, sexual emojis. You put your phone on do not disturb and put it away.

Rebecca grabs your hand and leads you to the elevator. You both get in and the doors shut. You're standing shoulder to shoulder, your backs against the wall and your fingers are loosely entangled together. You both steal glances at each other as the elevator ascends. You go to make a move and the elevator stops, the doors open and a man walks in. You both look at each other and quietly giggle. The man gets off at the next floor.

As soon as the door closes Rebecca grabs your face and presses her lips against yours. You're a little taken back at first, but your hands immediately go to her hips as you pull her closer to you as she pins you between the wall and herself. She kisses you hard and passionately, you can't remember the last time someone kissed you like that. She gently licks your bottom lip and you part your lips, inviting her in. Her tongue slides into your mouth and begins to explore as you do the same. Rebecca breaks the kiss and begins to kiss and suckle on your neck. You haven't been this turned on in a long time.

A thought crosses your mind and you debate with yourself for a second and stop Rebecca.

"Wait," you say gently pushing her off a little. She looks down at you, insecurity and worry cross her face as you stop her. "There's something I have to tell you and I always go back and fourth with it because it freaks some people out but I feel like it's something I have to tell you if we go any further." Rebecca continues to look into your eyes, apprehensive of what you're about to say next.

"I have a daughter, Sophia. She's six months old and she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I always go back and fourth about telling people because they freak out or leave if I tell them too soon but," You look into her eyes. "I just had to let you know before we keep going."

You notice a shift in her eyes, the insecurity and worry changes into happiness and you think you sense a little longing.

"You have a daughter?" She asks with wide eyes, you nod.

You pause for a second before asking "Do you want to see a picture of her?"

Excitement flashes across her eyes and she smiles at you.

"Yes, I would love to."

You reach her floor and exit, you both take a seat in the chairs near the elevators and you pull up pictures of Sophia and give your phone to Rebecca. Admiration crosses her face as she looks at the photos. You see a little bit of sadness in her eyes, you can tell this touches a nerve you know nothing about.

Rebecca looks up at you.

"Is her dad-" She stops herself, afraid she overstepped.

"Nope, he waved his rights the minute she was born. She's all mine." You say as you look lovingly at the pictures of your baby.

Rebecca continues to look through pictures and you ask "Do you have-" and you stop yourself, not wanting to pry too much.

"No, my ex-husband didn't-" she pauses for a second. "We just never got around to it." You hear sadness in her voice, your heart breaks a little for her. Without even saying it, you can tell it's something she really wanted, but never got.

You study her face for a minute and she looks up at you. You grab her face and kiss her. She's surprised but it doesn't stop her from immediately kissing you back. You both part and she stands up and sticks her hand out.

"Come on."

You grab her hand and she leads you to her room.

The flashback ends and you find yourself back in the restaurant and scan the faces seated at the table. Rebecca is looking at you with love, you can tell she enjoyed taking a trip down memory lane. She grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

"I love you." She whispers as she puts her forehead to yours.

"I love you too."

"Mommy's! You're squishing me!" Sophia cries in as the tries to push you two apart. Rebecca laughs and leans down to place a kiss on the top of her head.

You look up at the rest of the group and read their reactions. The three of them look like they just heard the most romantic story ever, Higgins with his hand over his heart.

"So, that's the whole story." You say.

"Then you two had wicked sex, right?" Keeley says, half joking.

"Keeley Jones!" Rebecca says swatting at her.

You shrug your shoulders and look up at Rebecca and giggle. Rebecca shakes her head and rolls her eyes and she sips her drink. The food had come out while you were recounting the night you met and you look down to see Sophia munching on her chicken fingers.

"That was just the sweetest story ever," Higgins says wiping a tear from his eye.

"Higgins are you crying?" Rebecca asks.

"I'm right there with ya Higgie Smalls," Ted says wiping at his eye. "That story gives The Notebook a run for it's money, ya know, without the sad soul crushing dying part."

"Mummy" Sophia says as she pulls on Rebecca. Rebecca looks down and Sophie motions for her to come closer so she can whisper something in her ear. Rebecca bends down and Sophia cups her hands around her ear and whispers something. Rebecca looks over at Higgins and back to Sophie. Higgins looks at you and you shrug with an "I have no idea" gesture. Sophie pulls away from Rebecca and looks at her.

"Go ahead and give it to him love," Rebecca says quietly to her.

Sophia hands Rebecca a page from her drawing pad and says "Hold this, please." You were about to tell her to say please, but a sense of pride washes over you as you hear her say it on her own.

Sophie crawls over you and stands next to the table. She reaches her hand out for the drawing and both you and Rebecca say "Please."

"Please." Sophia repeats. She gets the drawing and walks over to Higgins and reaches up to put the drawing on the table.

"Is that for me?" Higgins asks as she climbs into his lap.

"Oh Sophia-" you begin to say.

"Oh it's no worries at all, I have five boys so I'm used to being used as a human jungle gym." He says as he helps her up.

Sophia points out things from her drawing to Higgins, Ted and Keeley, stealing the show. You slide next to Rebecca, she wraps her arm around you and you lean into her. Rebecca looks down at you and lifts your chin up to look at her. Your eyes meet hers, filled with love and happiness, you can't help but smile when you look at her. You both close the space between you and kiss. It goes unnoticed by the table until you hear Sophia.

"EWW!"

Rebecca turns her head towards her and gives her "The Look." A stern look that doesn't require words to tell her she did something wrong. Sophia turns her attention back to her drawing and Rebecca turns back to you and chuckles as she places a kiss on your forehead and leans her head against you. You haven't felt this at peace in a long time, every time you two see each other, it's never for long enough so you try and soak in every second possible.

The waitress clears the table and hands out dessert menu's, neither you or Rebecca object and happily take them. Sophia is bouncing between Higgins, Ted and Keeley, all who assured you they don't mind and think she's adorable. She stops and looks at you.

"Mommy, I have to go potty."

"Okay," you say as you go to get up.

"I'll take her" Rebecca says. You let her out and she grabs Sophie and they walk off to the bathroom. You can't help but fall in love all over again, watching your little girl walk hand-in-hand with Rebecca. The height difference is almost comical as Rebecca completely towers over Sophie in her heels. You also can't help but stare at her ass as she walks away.

"So are you staying?" Keeley asks.

"No, I wish, we're only here for a few weeks." You say disappointed. "But, I do have a surprise for her." You say as you look for a waiter and wave them over. You order champagne for the table and they give you a look.

"Are you?" Keeley asks looking down at your stomach.

"Oh fuck no!" You say as everyone laughs. "Raising one kid when your wife is in a different country is tough enough, I'd lose my mind if I had two of them."

"So how long were you together before you said 'I do'?" Higgins asks.

"Sophie was six months old when we met and she turned one just before we got married. So, about six months."

"Wow that's fast!" Keeley says.

"Yeah, normally I'd think that was crazy, but she lived 4,000 miles away, I had a kid, we just went up to the court house with some friends and family and got it done." You tell them. "And about a year after that, Rebecca adopted Sophia."

You hear a chorus of "aww's" coming from the table.

"I'm convinced she fell in love with Sophie first and just put up with me to be with her in the beginning." You say as you laugh. "But she really is amazing. You guys are lucky you get to see her everyday."

"My boy is back in Kansas, so I commend you." Ted says.

"Yeah so you get it. It sucks. But we make the best of it. She comes to visit us, we'll come here, so we get to see each other more often than I ever imagined which is nice."

"Helps when your wife is rich as fuck." Keeley teases.

"You're telling me! That woman has more money than she knows what to do with. She would spend every penny on that little girl if she could though." You say with a smile as you see them walk back.

You get up and let Rebecca and Sophia slide back in, Sophia insisting on sitting next to Keeley. The waitress comes back with the desserts and another waiter comes with the champagne.

"Oh, what's this for?" Rebecca asks looking at you as she's handed a glass.

"So, I have a little announcement." You say to the table and turn to Rebecca. Confused, but also concerned, she looks into your eyes.

You look into hers and continue.

"So, you know I told you I heard whispers of my company opening a London office," Rebecca's eyes widen with excitement.

"They're opening it aren't they?" She says as you see her eyes dart back and fourth, analyzing your facial expressions.

"Yes," You say. Rebecca goes to speak but you stop her. "And I applied for a transfer to that office and I found out when we got off of the plane this afternoon that it was approved."

You watch as the air leaves Rebecca's lungs, her mouth open in shock and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Wait, so you're-" She says with a shaking voice, her eyes scanning your face.

"We're coming home." You say as tears fall down your cheeks.

"OH MY GOD." Rebecca screams as she grabs you and pulls you into her.

Her strong arms hold you tight as you wrap your arms around her. She buries her face into your neck and grabs your shirt in her fists. You feel her break down in your arms, she hold you tighter and moves one hand and holds the back of your head. You cry the happiest tears you've ever had into her shoulder and hold her tight.

You only part when you feel tiny hands on your shoulder, you look up to see Sophia, looking at the both of you, concerned.

"Mommy's, are you sad?"

"No love," Rebecca says pulling her into her arms. "Mummy's are very, very happy."

[faerishv]

YAYAYYAYAYYAYAYAYAYA

Can I have a Amane x golden retriever energy reader (Amane is the black cat and I would gladly be his golden retriever-)?? Like they are always so energetic and they are a big people pleaser! They constantly show him love, always texting him, and they are always there for him! He is literally there top priority 24/7-

Idk if you know what about the black cat and golden retriever thing but you can ask me if you don’t!!

Headcanons please<33

i love this this type of relationship sm

black cat Amane and golden retriever s / o

; headcanons :

as we all know Amane and Hanako are two different type of people

Hanako is a little bit more open and " flirty " or talkative with people

Amane is much more reserved and gets flustered easily , he was always seen alone most of the times

but when you came along he didn't have one moment where you weren't with him , not like he minded though

he always tell you to stop complimenting him and such because his face always gets on fire but in reality he loves hearing what you think about him

when you or him aren't at school , he gets so much notifications from you its insane , you just want to know how he's doing and what he's doing because you're bored and you love him </3

the texts are literally you putting emojis , faces or exclamation marks everywhere and his text are so normal but he can't just bring himself texting like you do he gets so embarassed for nothing

you always ask him if he needs help with homeworks , you of course take the opportunity to stay with him every chance you have

though its not much of help when he stares at you while you explain because you're so goddamn pretty but he wont ever say it out loud

instead you get to look at him while he talks about the space , the stars and the moon ; he's so happy while he does , his eyes sparkle so much

one time he made a remark on how you remined him about the sun and he gladly be your moon. You still remember those words until now

when you spend time and help other people he gets a little bit jealous , your attention should be on him only like his attention is on you >:(

overall he never says anything about you being attached to his hip , but he's literally exploding in the inside ; everyone can see his blushing cheeks when you're around him

i really hope you liked it !! <3

[lisbeth-kk]

Clues

Thanks for the prompt @calaisreno and the tag @raina-at

Sometimes you need a push.

“You’re going to lose him, you know,” Molly says earnestly.

Sherlock just huffs, focusing on the fingernails on the corpse they’re examining.

When they’ve concluded, Molly continues the one-sided conversation.

“He’ll get tired of waiting. You must know how he feels about you by now, Sherlock. It’s totally obvious, but he’s not exactly…”

“Gay, you mean,” Sherlock snaps at her, puts on his Belstaff with his usual flaunt and exits the morgue.

He gets a text from John in the cab.

Ordered sushi. Can you pick up a few bottles of wine on the way?

Consider it done. SH

He gets some funny emoji in return. A blue-grey two headed thing. When he searches the emoji bar, he finds it next to the lungs. Maybe John’s just touched the wrong one, though none of the other emojis stands out, if you don’t count the inner organs like heart and brain.

Sherlock starts to ponder Molly’s words after he’s stopped for wine. Losing John. Just two words but the meaning of those words is something Sherlock can’t think about without getting nauseous. And then it’s the other thing Molly mentioned. How John feels about him. Sherlock knows John loves him. As a friend, but it stops there, doesn’t it? Has John ever shown interest in Sherlock in a more romantic way? If so, he's hidden it well. From Sherlock at least. There have been no clues. Perhaps Molly just sees what she wants to see. That must be it. She’s a romantic soul, and clearly wants Sherlock to have what she has with…Peter? No, Patrick…Paul? Never mind. 

***

They’ve eaten and finished one bottle of wine. John’s eager to open a second one.

“You’ve got excellent taste in wine, Sherlock,” John beams as he struggles with the cork.

“Need a hand with that?” Sherlock offers amused.

John’s getting tipsy, and it’s a state Sherlock can appreciate. When he let’s go of his Britishness, John gets all affectionate and flirty, and sometimes Sherlock craves that. Craves John’s attention. His indisputable admiration. The aftermath of such events can be devastating for Sherlock. When John apologises, gets awkward, goes for long walks, and dates for several weeks. Tonight though, Sherlock decides to push John a bit. He’s gotten a bit tipsy himself, and Molly’s words refuses to leave him alone. What if John feels…

“There!” 

John interrupts his train of thought when he finally manages to open the wine bottle. He grins at Sherlock.

“Some more wine, gorgeous? You’re glass is empty,” John states and concentrates while pouring wine into both glasses.

Did John just call him gorgeous?

John’s never called him anything like that before. Git, twat, idiot, and his name in all variations, but never endearments. Could that be a sign, or is John too inebriated to notice what he’s said? He needs more data.

“You seem happy today. Any particular reason?” Sherlock prompts, fishing for clues to John’s odd behaviour.

John clears his throat and blushes a bit. It’s quite adorable.

Adorable! Since when did he start using words like that? Too much wine probably.

“I just…um…realised something,” John begins, not looking at Sherlock, instead seems to find his socks quite fascinating.

Sherlock waits for John to continue. It takes a numerous amount of time. When he speaks again, his voice is almost sober and there’s a hint of captain Watson in his stance.

“I’ve decided to stop dating,” John exclaims.

Sherlock’s heart skips a beat at that. Molly was right. He’s going to lose John. Stop dating means that John’s found a woman he wants to settle down with, get engaged to, marry, have kids with. It means John’s leaving Baker Street. His brain buzzes and Sherlock’s afraid he’s going to black out. John has apparently continued talking, but Sherlock hasn’t heard a word. Three words are playing in his mind making him want to vomit.

I’m losing him!

***

Sherlock feels warm, steady and familiar hands on his knees. Thumbs stroking, soothing. John’s voice soft and concerned, now forming coherent words.

“Hey. You alright, Sherlock? What happened? Didn’t you hear me?”

Sherlock blinks rapidly and John’s face comes into focus. His blue gaze has a lovely expression.

Of course it does. He’s finally found the love of his life!

He closes his eyes. Can’t stand to see all that joy directed at a person that’s not Sherlock. His eyes prickle. He can’t cry in front of John. Pinches his thighs to redirect the pain and focus on that instead of the ache in his heart. He knows he’s failed miserably when he feels John’s hand on his cheek.

“Look at me, Sherlock. Please don’t panic. I can…um…just. Damn, I got the clues wrong, didn’t I? Sorry.”

John withdraws and Sherlock’s suddenly cold, bereft of the warmth of John’s proximity. He opens his eyes. John’s standing by the window, a hand over his eyes, silently cursing himself. Sherlock walks over to him, uncertain how to proceed.

“John. What did I do wrong? I’m sorry. I should’ve congratulated you, but I was caught off guard. Didn’t observe.”

John looks over at him incredulously.

“What?” he asks.

Stupid! Stupid!

Sherlock pulls at his hair in frustration. How can he fix this? 

In the end he doesn’t have to. John, wonderful John, his conductor of light, his beloved John solves the puzzle.

He closes the gap between them, takes Sherlock’s hands and squeezes.

“I should’ve known you would go offline and draw the wrong conclusions at that outburst. It was stupid of me. I’m sorry. I was just so damn happy. No, Sherlock, don’t,” John says when Sherlock’s about to withdraw his hands.

“I’m rubbish at this aren’t I? The thing is, Sherlock. The reason I’m giving up dating, well, it’s you.”

John looks up at Sherlock, his feelings laid bare. His eyes are so full of…it can’t be, can it? Love? Surely Sherlock’s mistaken.

“John?” Sherlock whispers.

John lets go of his hands and cradles his face instead, his thumbs stroking his cheekbones. Sherlock closes his eyes and revels in the unfamiliar sensation.

“Look at you,” John murmurs. “So beautiful.”

The awe and affection in his voice, makes Sherlock shiver. He opens his eyes, feeling brave, desperately hoping he’s read the signs correctly. When their eyes meet, Sherlock knows. Knows why John’s giving up dating. It’s written all over John’s face. He lowers his head, reasting their foreheads together.

“You love me?” Sherlock asks shakily.

“God, yes, Sherlock,” John says and beams at him. “Can I kiss you?”

Sherlock doesn’t answer, but acts. He places his hands on John’s shoulders and finds John’s lips with his own. Soft and tender kisses turns deeper, and Sherlock feels like his body’s filled with fireworks. It sparkles all over. In his stomach, thighs, calves, arms, fingers, and god, when John runs his fingers through Sherlock’s hair, he moans with pleasure.

“Jesus,” John whispers reverently. “Your voice!”

***

It turns out that the two women closest to John and Sherlock had taken matters into their own hands. Both Molly and Mrs. Hudson were at their wits end when it came to the clueless men. Mrs. Hudson had warned John with more or less the same words Molly had used to get Sherlock’s attention, and in the end, it worked out perfectly.

“Witchcraft,” Sherlock mutters once he and John had compared stories.

“Well, I prefer to call it magic, my love,” John says gleefully and traces his fingers down Sherlock’s naked body.

“You’re one to talk,” Sherlock gasps as John’s fingers find his nipples.

John laughs in a low, wicked voice, and Sherlock shivers in anticipation. Witchcraft or magic, he doesn’t care. He makes a mental note to buy the two women flowers or… 

“Focus on me, Sherlock,” John whispers, and Sherlock’s nothing but obedient.

Cunning women working their magic on the boys. The story almost wrote itself when that idea emerged in my mind.

@totallysilvergirl @meetinginsamarra @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @missdeliadili

[spark-my-nature]

It Takes Three to Tango (6) - DRW & SFK

Your patience has been so appreciated friends, so here's a shorter chapter, with a promise of more to come soon. <3

Chapter Summary: Continuing from Ch5, Sam and Danny take you on your first date as a throuple.

Chapter WC: 4.1K | Pairings: Danny x Reader x Sam (MFM threesome with slash pairings)

Chapter Warnings: None really, all fluffy

Previous chapter | First chapter

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Danny’s corvette was asphyxiatingly hot when you first climbed into the passenger seat, buckling up for the short drive to the burger and dairy bar by the park. Sam snickered at your hiss of shock once your thighs made contact with the black leather seats, as he climbed into the backseat. 

“Fuck, it’s so hot in here,” you whooshed out in a sigh, grimacing as Danny smirked, turning the engine. 

“You should feel right at home, then,” he winked, immediately giggling when you gave his upper arm a playful backhand. Danny cranked up the air conditioning, pointing the vent directly at your face. You huffed, rolling your eyes and smirking as you straightened it back out again pointedly. 

Twisting in his seat, Danny stretched his arm back and placed a hand behind your headrest as he began backing out, and you peeked behind the seat to catch a glimpse of Sam licking his lips. 

Danny’s eyes caught Sam’s for a quick moment, a smirk tugging at his lips as he straightened back up, facing forward again. 

You let your head relax against the headrest, letting the sounds of the city roads orchestrate your daydreaming. 

You drove for several minutes before you turned in your seat, looking back at Sam, who had settled in the middle of the backseat. He glanced up when he noticed movement, shooting a soft smile as you leaned on your elbow on the centre console. 

“You’re awful quiet back there,” you remarked, grinning back at him as he leaned forward on his knees to draw nearer to you. He locked his phone, the dim glow no longer illuminating his features as he gave you his attention. 

“You’re quiet up there, too,” his lips twisted in a flirty, playful tease of a smile. You caught the slight pink tinge of his cheeks as the light from the sunroof lit up his face. 

Furrowing your brow with a smirk, you questioned, “Whatcha doin back there?” 

Sam shook his head, pursing his lips, “…nothing, just- y’know,” he held up the device, letting it light up again, “on my phone.”

You giggled and nodded, leaning further towards him as you tried to peer over his screen. “Whatcha doin’ on your phone?” you echoed.

Sam sat back quickly, blushing harder and shrugging as he defensively deflected, “Nothing…”

Danny glanced back at him in the rearview mirror, raising a brow. “What’re you hiding, huh?” he smirked, faux tears choking up his voice, “Are you texting other people?”

Sam gave a half hearted snort and rolled his eyes, fiddling with his hands for a second before he unlocked and thrusted his phone forward into your reach. You looked down, confusion melting away to a fond ache.

Spotify was open, a playlist in the midst of creation with the title set as three emojis. The drum and sticks, the sunflower, and the red heart. The songs he’d added so far consisted of bluesy country, classic rock, singer-songwriter acoustics… all of them love songs. 

Sam fidgeted with his shirt, “I just… thought it might be nice to have a playlist, for… for us.”

You looked up and caught his gaze warmly, smiling wide as you nodded a little. “Yeah, Sammy… that’s really sweet, babe,” you handed his phone back bashfully, glancing at Danny’s profile as he drove. His cheeks flushed pink, he wore a dopey little smile, making your heart flutter as you grinned even wider. 

You stole glances at both your boys for the rest of the drive, getting caught by Sam in the rearview mirror and blushing as you smiled at your lap like a teenager. Danny’s hand migrated to your thigh at some point, and Sam returned to his leaned-forward position, his head rested against the side of your seat as he continued adding music to the playlist. 

Danny pulled into the lot in front of the tiny restaurant’s deck, and he shot you a soft, smitten look as he shifted the gear to park. “Lemme guess, chicken ranch wrap and fries with gravy?”

You giggled, innocently shrugging, “Perhaps. Maybe I’ll change it up this time, throw you off.”

Sam snorted, “Right, sure you will,” before climbing out and opening your door for you. You blinked up at him, smiling softly as you took his outstretched hand and stepped out, mumbling a soft thanks. Sam grinned at you, pulling you into his body as he shut the door behind you. He leaned you back against the car flirtatiously, purring, “of course.”

Swallowing, you weakly defended, “and also, I order other things sometimes…” 

Danny closed his door behind him, walking around to you two as Sam straightened up, still holding your hand. 

Danny teased, “Baby you’ve ordered exactly one thing since I’ve known you.” He took your other hand as you started toward the deck. 

“I have not!” You blushed as Sam and Danny shared a knowing smirk at your expense, and huffed petulantly. “Whatever, you bullies.”

Danny bent and kissed your cheek softly, swinging your arms lightly, “Oh, you know we love you.”

Your heart fluttered up violently, glancing up at Danny shyly, catching his eyes widen slightly as he swallowed, realizing his words but not acknowledging them. When you glanced at Sam, his eyes were focused on the ground in front of him. 

You walked hand in hand with both boys up to the ordering window, the seconds passing by and the tense, fluttery moment fading, unacknowledged for now. 

You ordered first, ignoring the boyish giggles emanating from the two dorks behind you, and you rounded the corner to wait for your food at a nearby picnic table. Soon enough Sam and Danny appeared, Sam mid-eyeroll and Danny fighting back giggles.

Your boyfriend’s laughter as contagious as always, you snickered at Sam’s obvious petulance as they sat across from you, side by side. “What, what’d I miss?”

Sammy gave you a flat look, “Nothing.” 

Danny knocked his shoulder affectionately into the bassist, eyes crinkled at the corners, “Veggie boy.”

With an eyeroll, Sam gave you a flat look, harumphing with his chin rested in the palm of his hand, elbow on the table. 

In contrast, Danny gave you a pleased, innocent, beaming smile. Cocking your head at him investigatively, you giggled, “Are you giving him a hard time over a veggie burger?”

“Yes!” “Noooo…!”

Snorting at their contrasting answers, you shook your head at them both. “Dorks.” 

Danny chuckled, turning to Sam, and giving him a playful wiggle of his eyebrows once Sam reluctantly side-eyed him. 

“…took another kind of meat no problem earlier-“

Danny’s crude joke was immediately cut off by the simultaneous kick of your shoe beneath the table and Sam’s attacking fingers at his ribs. You laughed, watching the boys acting like eight year olds, tickle-fighting across from you until you caught the curious looks of a nearby elderly couple. 

“Quit it,” you hissed through giggles, reaching over and grabbing at their hands, wrenching them apart through bursts of laughter. 

The sun was setting behind you, orange over the skyline, and as it lit up Sammy and Dan’s eyes, both of them joyful and perfectly in harmony with each other and with you, your heart felt as warm as the glow on their faces. 

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“Oh god-“ “YES!” You squeal, interrupting Danny’s groan of realization that he was about to watch Grease for the four hundredth time. 

In the backseat, Sam leaned forward between you with a wide smile, peering at your both curiously. “What, what’s all this about?”

As Danny grumbled good-naturedly with a hand on your thigh, steering into the drive-in movie place outside town, you turned to Sam, pointing at the “Now Showing” sign.

“I fuckin’ love Grease!” you excitedly explained, backing down and biting your lip shyly when Sam gave you a particularly fond look, nodding lightly and humming in acknowledgement. 

Danny glanced at him through the rear-view, “She can quote the entire thing for memory.”

Sam giggled as you blushed, folding in on yourself shyly. “So?” you mumbled, smiling bashfully.

“Cute,” Sam said softly, still looking at you with that warm look. 

Danny grinned, pulling into a spot near the back of the lot near the canteen. “Get ready to sing every duet with her.”

Shoving Danny’s shoulder, you pouted, “I thought you liked that…”

As he parked the car, he turned to you as fully as he could in the seat, reaching over and cupping your cheeks with both hands. Your cheeks squished in his grasp, and he gave you a lovesick smile, “I do like it. You’re adorable, I’m only teasing, baby.”

Softening, you looked down shyly as your lips curled up crookedly. 

Sam sat back in his seat, folding his hands over his lap with an appraising look, “So you guys do the duets together?”

Danny looked at him over his shoulder, nodding. 

With a wide smirk, Sam held his gaze, “So she’s obviously Sandy?”

You peered at him from behind the seat, smiling wide to yourself, and Danny chuckled, “Oh yeah.”

Sam’s smirk widened further. “So that makes you… Danny.” 

You couldn’t hold back the giggles as Danny closed his eyes, sighing with an exasperated smile. “Trust me,” he deadpanned, “We’ve been over this.” 

Sam laughed, sitting up forward again, drawing closer to a very good-natured Daniel (despite the ridiculous amount of times he’s put up with your fixation), and he leaned an elbow on the center console. With an undoubtedly flirty look, he rested his cheek in his hand and softly said, “You in a leather jacket… that’s a nice thought.” 

Danny’s jaw fell open slightly, quickly gathering himself despite the blush on his cheeks, and he quietly cleared his throat, smiling mischievously. “You like that?”

Sighing wistfully, you eyed Danny up and down from your seat, “Fuck yeah…”

His eyes flashed to you, smirking now, and Sam shifted in his seat, “You should, uh… you should go as him. Y’know, for halloween.”

Giggling, you turned to Sammy, “Why wait for Halloween? Let’s dress him up when we get home.”

Sam raised his brows, his eyes darting between you and the man in question. “…Can we leave now?”

You laughed, Danny giving a disbelieving snort as Sam cracked a smile and flopped back against the backrest. 

“Guess that’s a no,” he joked. 

Before the movie started, Danny instructed the two of you to wait in the car as he mysteriously climbed out and moved around to the trunk. After a few minutes of impatient back and forth between you and Sam, Danny opened the door and smiled shyly, “Alright, c’mere.”

Climbing out of the car, you walk around near the trunk, and laid out facing the giant screen was a cozy blanket, a few hoodies and sweaters rolled up into make-shift pillows, and another blanket folded at the foot of the little nest to ward off the evening chill. 

Sam came up behind you, his hands coming to rest at your hips, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, exhaling softly as he took it in. 

Danny, endearingly awkward, sat down at one side of the blanket, and shifted a little, looking up at you both and smiling, “C’mon!” 

You grinned wide, giving Sam’s cheek a sweet peck and settling down alongside your drummer. Once you settled, Sam wiggled into place beside you, sandwiching you between your two boys. 

Danny’s arm snaked under both your’s and Sam’s necks, propping up your heads with your assistance, situating the sweaters comfortably around your shoulders, and once you’d settled into Danny’s side, Sam curled in along yours, his lips pressing against your forehead in a shy kiss. 

Over your head, Danny met Sam’s eyes, and they shared a moment of shy appreciation, the feeling not quite tense, but far from stagnant. Until Danny mimed a dorky kiss in the air in Sam’s direction, making Sam giggle quietly and roll his eyes, turning his gaze to the screen. Your hair masked the rosy flush on his cheeks. 

The sun had set below the horizon, and the first, brightest stars began appearing in the sky as the movie started. Sam cooed quietly at you when you wiggled happily at the first song, and Danny nuzzled against your hair. Entirely encapsulated between your two boyfriends - the thought making your chest clench with joy – the movie began taking on new meaning for you. You knew, despite the dozens of times the musical had been played in your lifetime, that you’d never be able to watch it again without remembering this perfect evening with them. 

“So if I’m… Danny,” the drummer began, mischief in his voice, “and you’re Sandy, who’s Sam?”

As the sleepover scene played out, you looked at Sam, smiling back at his little smirk. “Answer carefully, doll,” he murmured. 

You bit your lip, holding in the giggle that bubbled up in your chest. “Hmmm…”

“Oh c’mon,” Sam grinned, “There’s only one option.” 

Danny smirked, glancing over, “Oh this should be good. ‘Kay, who d’you think you are?”

Sam gave him a baffled look, as though it should be obvious, “Kenickie!”

Both you and Danny bit your lips so fast, looking ahead at the screen as you both held in laughter. Sam hoisted up on his elbow, jaw dropping as he looked at both of you. “Hey, what? What’s so funny about that?” 

Shaking your head quickly, you squeezed your eyes shut, snorting. Danny broke into snuffled laughter, hiding his face away. Sam scoffed, “Fine, who am I then, since you obviously decided already?” 

You calmed down, grinning widely, and you brought a hand up to caress Sam’s face. Once he’d softened to your touch, you quickly mumbled, “Frenchie.”

Danny barked out a laugh that was far too loud for a movie setting, slapping a hand over his mouth as Sam balked, pulling your hand off his face and crossing his arms, flopping on his back and pouting at the sky. You giggled, rolling on your side and leaning over him, beaming innocently when he raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you. 

He huffed, and you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he turned his face away petulantly. “Come on, Sammyyyyy,” you cooed quietly, trailing your lips down his jaw slowly. You felt his jaw clench and unclench beneath your kisses, and soon enough he exhaled slowly, “Mm, you’re forgiven.”

Grinning wide, you immediately lifted off him and faced the screen. “Okay, good.”

Sam let out an offended noise, though his amused face gave him away, and Danny chuckled, soothing his shoulder with a brush of his thumb. 

After a while, the line finally dispersed at the drive-in’s little canteen. It was Sam that put a hand to your tummy, bringing his lips intentionally close to the shell of your ear to mumble, “Come with me?” 

You shivered, quickly making the connection between his question and the now vacant snack counter, and with a flustered nod, you both rose up, answering Danny’s questioning look with a point towards it. 

Sam took your hand, leading you around Danny where he chose to stay back and keep watching, and down the short path to the neon signs promising popcorn and cotton candy. 

You felt his fingers intertwining with yours, and you glanced down at them before raising your eyes to Sam’s uncharacteristically shy face. 

He ran his thumb over yours, shyly breaking the comfortable silence. “Are you having a good time?”

Nodding, you used his hand in yours to pull him closer as you walked, your upper arms pressed together. “Yeah,” you softly confirmed, “the best.”

Sam’s eyes held yours for a beat, tucking his lip beneath his teeth as he slowly gave you a little smile.

Your gazes tore apart once you reached the counter, and feeling slightly flustered in the best way, you ordered a bag of popcorn to share. 

Pulling out your wallet, you were quickly stopped by Sammy’s hand, gently guiding your hand back down into your purse as he ordered a pack of licorice and then presented his card. 

“You didn’t have to,” you started, but Sam shook his head at you, smiling gently, “No no, I wanted to.”

Grinning at your sneakers, you bumped your hip playfully into him, “Thank you,” you mumbled shyly. 

“Of course, baby” he returned quietly, still trailing his eyes all over your blushing face with a soft, loving expression. Your stomach fluttered, giggling breathily in spite of yourself, feeling carefree and girlish and completely and utterly enamored.

As Sam grabbed the snacks, you glanced quickly back at Danny, still laid out on the blanket with one knee up, arms behind his head as he contentedly watched the musical. 

Then Sam’s hand took yours, the licorice and popcorn balanced in his elbow and other hand, and you melted all over again, mentally scolding yourself for making it so easy for him to unravel you. 

Confusingly, though, he led you around the small shack, and you were just opening your mouth to ask him where you were going when he rounded the corner, lifting your arm over your head and spinning you, back flat against the back wall of the building. Stepping into your body quickly, his hips pinned yours in place just like his hand held your wrist above your head, and your heart raced at the sudden change of pace. 

“Sam-“ 

“Kiss me?” he whispered, eyes searching yours with a hopeful smile. Butterflies twisting in your belly, you nodded once, smiling back shyly, quickly tilting your head as he happily leaned forward, his lips capturing yours in a breathless kiss. 

Melting into his body, you brought your hands up, sinking easily from his jaw into his hair, and he made a low noise of appreciation in his throat. Your fingers curled, tugging gently at the roots of his hair, smiling into the kiss as you felt his knees buckle slightly, a quiet whimper muffling out of him. 

Breaking the kiss with a soft gasp, he mumbled against your lips, “H-hold on,” and he pried himself away just long enough to set the popcorn down on the rear counter beside your heads. 

The second his arms were both free, he was back with his lips eagerly pressing against yours, this time resting a needy hand on your hip as he cradled your face with his other hand. You tangled one hand in the back of his hair, and you curled a finger in his belt loop, tugging his hips into yours. 

As your lips parted, the kiss heating up, his tongue began testing the waters at your bottom lip, and with a barely vocalized, shaky whimper, you slid the tip of your tongue along his, stomach warming at the quivering breath he took. 

Losing your sense of awareness, you gave another needy tug at his pants. In response, Sam firmly pressed his front to yours, rolling upwards to let you feel the stiff shape of him behind the zipper. Gasping out a quiet sound over his low grunt, you pulled away after one more steamy slide of your mouth against his, breathless when you questioned under your breath, “Sammy?”

He panted lightly, teasing and brushing his nose against your cheek as his eyes sparkled in the dim light from the screen across the field. “Mmm?”

Smiling, you lifted your hand, tucking the lock of hair over his eyes back behind his ear, “What was that, huh?”

Withdrawing just enough to see your face clearly, his eyes darted back and forth between yours, his face absolutely starstruck. “I don’t know,” he quietly confessed, sounding pleased nonetheless, “I just… had to kiss you.” 

“Oh,” you giggled breathily, heart warm as his face lit up further at your laugh. 

“Is this okay?” he questioned, lifting his brows at you as cocked his head, his thumb swiping at your waist. 

Nodding quickly, you reassured, “Yes, yeah, more than okay. Just new,” you grinned, admiring the way the changing hues of the musical accentuated different features of his handsome face as he hovered above you, his extra few inches of height making you feel small and protected just like Danny. 

He hummed an amused noise. “Baby,” he teased softly, “You’ve kissed me before…?”

Blushing at the name, the part of your brain responsible for coherent speech was quickly sputtering out on you the more his flirty touches and smug but careful brushes of his face against yours continued. 

“I- yeah, but, you…” 

The end of your sentence promptly fizzled out and died, as Sammy’s softly smirking lips leaned into your neck, oh-so-carefully kissing your tingling skin. “Hm?” he purred lowly from beneath your ear, rumbling against you deliciously. 

Eyelids fluttering helplessly, your hand in his hair tangled in further, holding him in place. “Ohh...” 

How were you expected to think, when Sam’s confidence grew by the second the more he worked you up, resulting in a ridiculously hot, cocky, murmur along your ear.

“Am I doing something?” 

He punctuated the taunt with a nip of his teeth to your earlobe, and your knees nearly gave out beneath you, saved by the way his hips had you pressed to the wall so tightly. 

With a pathetic little mewl, you ran your hand down his shoulder, down the length of his arm, and over his hand to hold it to your head, blinking up at him in a daze as he pulled away from your neck. 

His pupils were dilated, the reason for it more likely your rendezvous than the darkness, but regardless it made his eyes appear bigger, darker than usual. In the hushed little spot he’d pulled you into, you had to remind yourself that you were in fact in public, and you had to stop before someone happened upon the two of you, in god knows what state. 

Swallowing hard, you gathered your resolve, and gave him one more brief kiss, nearly forgetting it all instantly. 

Damn him and his amazingly kissable lips.

“Gotta go back,” you whispered reluctantly. 

Sam smirked, “I’d be offended if you didn’t sound so sad about it.”

He teasingly rolled his body against yours as he straightened up, enjoying your sharp inhale if you went by the smug look on his face. He once again tucked the popcorn and snacks into his arm, and he sweetly grabbed your hand.

“Come on, baby,” he said innocently. 

With a tortured smile, you fell into pace beside him, holding his hand all the way back until you climbed down onto the blanket beside Danny. 

Feeling slightly bashful, returning to his side together after furiously making out just seconds prior, you were intrigued when you got no acknowledgement of your disheveled state from Daniel other than a knowing smirk. After a moment, he must have felt your curious eyes on him, and his smirk widened slightly.

Keeping his eyes on the screen, he leaned to the side, murmuring to you, “You two were gone a while.”

Blushing, you smiled, shrugging one shoulder. “Got… distracted.”

Finally his eyes met yours, curious, and a little heated. 

He dipped his gaze down, taking in your slightly kiss swollen lips and blushing cheeks, combined with your mussed up hair. Meeting your eyes again, he whispered, “You two have a little fun without me?”

His continuous smirk reassured you that he wasn’t at all upset about it. 

“Not… not really, no,” you reasoned, gasping when Sam pressed himself along your backside suddenly, and his voice rumbled near your ear.

“Oh really? You certainly seemed to like it back there,” he teased. 

Caught between them both, two metaphorical and literal hard places, you bit your lip, pressing your ass into Sam’s groin. “Quiet, you,” you smirked. 

Danny turned over on his side, his hand coming to rest on your hip. “My, my,” he tsked, grinning, “What if I wanna have fun with you too?”

As you grinned at him, Sam mouthed at your neck and hummed his approval, and you sighed, blinking sluggishly at Danny. 

You watched Danny’s eyes darken hungrily as they followed the path of Sam’s lips. 

“Movie’s almost over… wanna get out of here?”

Oh. 

Sucking in your bottom lip, you nodded shyly, eyeing his face. 

He gave a short nod, diving forward for a peck at your lips, and this time when he spoke, his voice had a touch of a growl to it. 

“Car. Now.”

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>Chapter 7>

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